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          ☠ w a r n i n g ☠ -- This was not the life he would wish on anyone else. Hooded hues stared past the bars of the cage he was held in, dragging a finger up and down the iron bars. The action was mindless, his mind numb, and he was not sure if he was actually performing the actions.

         However, his body tensed when he heard the doors hiss open. Sitting back on his rear, he allowed his back to press against the metal walls. He had stopped fighting his new captors, dry streaks of arsenic staining his cheeks. As soon as he realized that someone else was being dragged in, he felt his stomach tighten.

        Watching as the scientists leave, he waited for a few more minutes to make sure no one else was coming. Pressing his face against the bars, he cleared his throat a bit. " Hey, " he called out, voice raspy from lack of use. " Everything will be okay. " he had no idea how else to handle the situation, but he was afraid--afraid that someone else will have to suffer the way he was right now.

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         " I'M SURE IT'S nothing serious, you know how Yasu is-- " A sigh of dejection escapes the female as she shakes her head, brushing dark locks behind her ear. Though, she supposed Kenkone had every reason to be concerned; it was unlike him to call a meeting this suddenly. But knowing their Boss, it was probably something really trivial, and sh honestly had half the mind to ditch.

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              THE EXPERIMENT REMAINED uncertain as he followed along. Though he would not put it past Yasu to trouble them over something trivial, at the same time, he had a feeling hat something was going on--something was changing. ‹ I dunno. › He hoped he wasn't being paranoid, but he also would not put it past himself to worry over things he probably shouldn't.

           When they arrived at their usual meeting spot, he went ahead and pulled open the door for Miyako. Allowing her through first, Kenkone stood back before following soon after, only to pause when she did, her voice piercing the silence. 

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           " WHO THE HELL are you? "

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          PEOPLE LIKE HIM, the so-called freaks of society, was shown no mercy. He was the out-cast, the troubled soul by definition, and he flaunted it everywhere he went. It wasn't like Kenkone liked the attention; no, he very much hated it. But he'd rather suffer than let others suffer.

         One would think that he would be able to control his own powers by now. That he'd be able to take off his gas mask and not worry about killing everyone around him. But when you have been the cause of many people's death in a senseless war, there's no recovery from that. His mind was scared, his mentality broken. Kenkone was, quite literally, a walking bio-weapon and he would not be able to live with himself if--God forbid--he lost control.

       Some people did not take kindly to his existence, and after seeing him roam about, decided to take action. Keep in mind that the Experiment was strong and had inhuman strength, but he could never use that strength against his attackers as they beat him down. He accepted each blow, actually believing he deserved it--

                        -- Until a bat to the head knocked the gas mask he wore right off. In that very moment, panic settled. The blood laced with arsenic spilled and tainted the ground, widened eyes filled with fear falling on his attackers. It was not fear for himself, but fear for them.

          He cried for them to run before it was too late, but even as he spoke, sulfuric gas spilled from his mouth like a dragon's breath. The toxins continued to lead from his nose to his eyes, the dark, sickly plumes surrounding him and filling the area. His attackers screamed and fled, the innocent by-standards who watched in horror following suit.

         Scrambling for his mask, Kenkone strapped it on and fled the scene, the sound of cops in the distance. He ran until he felt like he was safe, and his back pressed against the grimy wall. Sinking down, he wrapped his arms around his knees, curling up into a pathetic ball.

                     Though, the sound of footsteps caught his attention and his eyes snapped up, and even behind the lens of his mask, he appeared like a wounded, wild animal.

                                             ‹ Stay away from me. › 

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        The rain was merciless this week. This was the fourth day in a row that they have been stuck in this down-pour. It wasn't that it bothered the Experiment, seeing how he was not affected by the weather, but it made moving around a little difficult. His clothes stuck to his body, weighing him down as his booted feet sloshed across the pavement. He had been moving through the rain for the past three hours and had finally taken the time to rest up under the overhang cover over a storefront, just to escape the rain for a few moments.

       Amethyst hues peered past the gaps of his gas mask, squinting through the cold mist. Seeing a figure approach through the haze, he pressed himself closer against the wall, trying to make as much room as possible for the other to past. Avoiding eye-contact, as to not draw attention to himself, Kenkone ducked his head. However, a small squeak caught his attention and a hand instinctively reached out, catching the other by the elbow as they slipped on the pavement.

                                                    ‹ Careful. . . . › 

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          " Excuse me. " His voice was muffled by his mask, yet came out as soft and gentle as he extended a hand toward the other, gloved fingers curled and palm down. 

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          A quiet, curious stare befell upon the other, not that it could be seen past the tinted lens of his gas mask. So, he was not the only mask-donning enigma walking the streets. Stepping forward, almost sizing the other up, Kenkone slowly rose his hands. Forming small cups with them, he aligned them to the side of his head and bent his knees, giving a small wriggle of his fingers. Though it may not be clear what he was doing exactly, it became apparent that he was making rabbit ears with his hands. 

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        " Ah, sorry... -- " He wasn't paying attention, which was rare for the experiment. There was just so much going on in his mind, he hadn't even realized that he had stepped into on-coming traffic. Luckily, he managed to step back in time and only get a loud and angry honk his direction, which he probably deserved. " Though I s'ppose you wouldn't hear that, would you? " Because the driver was already long gone. Oh well.