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WHERE YOUR SOUL HAD DIED

Mar 01, 2011 00:47

Who: Robert Cross and Alex Mercer.
When: 2/28, backdated a tiny bit to late evening.
Where: Cross' starter apartment.
Summary: Cross returned from his private appointment with SERO. Alex "checks up" on him. moar liek demands answers...
Warnings: None? Cross is drugged out? idek... cussing....
( NO CLOSER TO ANY KIND OF TRUTH )

†: alex mercer, robert cross

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whipfist March 2 2011, 03:59:07 UTC

And of course, Alex was concerned. He'd expected to hear from Cross immediately, and when that didn't happen, he panicked. Not in the typical way people panic, but in that subdued way, the way that brought only anger and a feeling of needing to do something. So he left his apartment after the 10th missed call and went out into the city. Searching for Cross by viral detection.

Fortunately he wasn't far. Alex raced to his apartment, knocking twice. Waiting for some second before he simply slammed the door open. He'd have to replace the lock - or Cross would - but he didn't have time to sit around and wait.

Noting the captain on the couch, he shut the broken door behind him and quickly headed over.

"Cross!"

virogenic March 2 2011, 04:21:48 UTC

His NV had been going off quite a bit as he ventured home, but Cross was in such a dazed state that he didn't notice it. And even now, as Alex pounded on--and subsequently busted open--his door, Cross barely noticed. Barely a stir from him, until Alex actually shouted his name.

He jerked on the couch, but not enough to actually get him into sitting up. Just a slight lift of his head. Everything was still too blurry. He squinted up at Alex, thought--very hard--for a moment...

...and then grinned.

"Hey, Alex," He started, already sounding distant and obviously drugged. As if that stupid grin on his face wasn't indication enough.

whipfist March 2 2011, 04:58:10 UTC

Alex failed to see what was good about this situation at all, so at Cross' smile he only shot him a dangerous look. Something was wrong with him. Suddenly he was reminded of his own venture into SERO, being tossed out and slightly drugged afterward. It was just like this, except Cross had either been given a much higher dose or Alex had been able to handle it easier.

He blinked some of his glare away, trying to talk to Cross as if he weren't fucked up on the couch.

"So? What happened?"

virogenic March 2 2011, 06:55:59 UTC

Fact of the matter was that Cross probably did get pumped full of far more drugs than Alex had for whatever SERO did to him. And even if Alex was obviously angry or upset over it, Cross didn't seem to register it just yet.

He struggled to sit up, all of his limbs feeling far heavier than they should have. Right, Alex asked him a question.

"Uh..." Well, he was off to a great start here. He finally managed to at least sit up, reclining on his elbows. "...A lot of shit... pumped me full of.. drugs. That sucker was out in no time." Well, it felt like no time. Really it was over a course of hours.

whipfist March 2 2011, 07:28:05 UTC

"... So it's gone."

He phrased it like a statement. He could sense the thing wasn't residing in Cross any longer in some inexplicable way. He could also sense that Cross was pretty heavily affected by whatever drugs they'd given him, regardless of his behavior.

Alex kept some distance, glancing around the apartment in the meantime. Couldn't remember actually visiting the specialist in his place until now. But then, neither of them seemed to stay inside much.

virogenic March 2 2011, 07:31:28 UTC

"Yeah," Cross replied, grunting as he continued the struggle to sit up further. He swung his legs over the couch and pushed himself up, slouching forward. He gripped the side of the armrest for some kind of support, then laughed quietly.

"Fuck, Alex, it's gone," He looked over at him with another grin, obviously elated, drugs or not. "It's fucking gone."

whipfist March 2 2011, 07:42:12 UTC

It should have been good news, but Alex didn't appear very affected by Cross' reassurance. At the back of his mind - it couldn't be gone. Not that easily. Blacklight was a survivor, and so was that monstrosity it had made. So he was silent in response. But Cross didn't seem to be in the state to discuss more serious matters, so he didn't expound on the subject.

"You okay?"

virogenic March 2 2011, 07:47:18 UTC

He nodded, but that was another bad idea. Dizzy didn't begin to describe it. "Y..yeah. Just..." He wobbled a little and gripped the armrest tighter.

"...Just... these drugs. They're really strong. I didn't think they'd pump so many in me. S.. said something about my body not reacting to a standard dosage." He sighed deeply. "I guess my body was neutralizing them faster than they could work or something... I don't know."

whipfist March 2 2011, 07:52:47 UTC

Alex eyed him. He wasn't great at how to handle these sorts of situations, having to show or provide care to somebody else. But he figured Cross would be fine enough in the apartment, even if the front door was busted.

He had more questions, more things to talk about, of course. They'd have to wait. It would be pointless to question Cross now, and he assumed Cross didn't feel like talking too much anyway.

"Maybe you should get some rest."

virogenic March 2 2011, 07:59:11 UTC

Cross blinked slowly, then shook his head again. Tried to get some sense back into himself or something. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He asserted firmly. "I don't think I'll have very.. restful sleep now, anyway." The drugs were certain to cause some really bizarre dreams, if anything.

And besides, he wanted to talk to Alex. It was just a matter of focusing. "Anyway, they made me fill out a form... I didn't leave them my real name." He thought again. "Asked me some really strange questions, too. I just winged through it."

whipfist March 2 2011, 08:04:56 UTC

Alex continued to walk around the apartment, pacing almost, slow and just to keep himself from standing around awkwardly.

"What'd they ask you?" His suspicion was up immediately. It wasn't just as simple as removing a deadly parasite from a newcomer citizen out of the kindness of their hearts. Surely SERO was going to keep it around, and surely now Cross was another person of interest to them.

virogenic March 2 2011, 08:11:39 UTC

Cross sort of fell silent for that moment. Not because he didn't want to answer, but he had to think and remember exactly how it was worded. Once it came to him, he looked up at Alex, then away. Ah, right.

"...Well... they asked me about my medical history. Asked about my parents." He rubbed his face. "I didn't know what to tell them. I didn't want to lie, because I figure they'd notice something that would conflict, genetically. That was probably the only thing I was truthful about, all things considered."

whipfist March 2 2011, 08:20:41 UTC

Alex was silent himself for some time. He wanted to know everything. Really, becoming a bit obsessed with SERO was the only thing he could do with himself in this imprisoned city. He was hungry for knowledge, anything he could get on the company. AGI was just as bad, but the fact that SERO was filled with scientists who used people for their own experiments struck personal nerves.

So he waited for more information. Patient, at least for now. Cross was one of the few people who got that out of him.

virogenic March 2 2011, 08:30:05 UTC

Cross continued on. It was a good thing Alex didn't interject, otherwise he would have ended up talking over him anyway. "So, I just told them I didn't remember who they were and they scribbled shit down. Asked me if I suffered from psychotic episodes or anything like that. I guess they thought I had suppressed memories or I was nuts or something. I don't know what any of that had to do with getting the fuckin'..." A pause, he wobbled again. "...shit. Fuckin'.. parasite removed. But, uh ( ... )

whipfist March 2 2011, 19:21:53 UTC

Alex listened with intense interest. Insight into the company's procedures was nice, something he couldn't do himself now that they had his DNA - even if he disguised his way in, he'd be flushed out.

So this was nice.

"Is that all?"

virogenic March 3 2011, 04:54:08 UTC

Cross took a moment to breathe, idly going over the rest of what he could remember about the ordeal. After that moment, he looked over at Alex and nodded. "Yeah, that's about it." Or...

..no, it wasn't. "Oh, wait." Cross rummaged around in one of the ammunition pouches he had strapped to his legs. He procured a small bottle, filled with pills. "Gave me these, too." He would have just tossed them Alex's way, but he didn't trust his reflexes at that moment. Instead, he placed them on the coffee table for him to pick up.

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