WORLD IN CATASTROPHE: KILLZONE EXPERIMENT DEPARTMENT {Wicked}
Enrolee No : 666
Enrolment date : 15th June
PERSONAL DETAILS -
Surname: Yoncé
Fore name: Saffron
Middle name (s): Eliza Jade
DOB: 18th April
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Nationality: English (half French, half English)
County of Residence:England
Mother: Dianne Leah Yoncé (formerly Hooper), 43, English
Father: Jean Paul Claude Yoncé , 47, French
Siblings: Christopher, 17. Edward, 14. Amelia, 11.
PHYSICAL AESTHETICS -
Height: 5' 9" or 1.75m
Weight: 57 kg or 126 pounds
Skin: White Caucasian
Eye Colour: Ice Blue
Hair Colour: Pale Vanilla
Chest: 35 inches or 89 cm (32 C cup)
Waist: 24 inches or 61 cm
Hips: 34 inches or 87 cm
MENTALITY -
Emotional mental status: Sound but occasional minor social anxiety with no obvious triggers. Sharp tongue - uses sarcasm as a defence.
Academic achievements: English Literature - A*. English Language - A*. Maths - B. Chemistry - B. Biology - C. Physics - A. History - A*. French - B .Spanish - B. Food Technology - B. Textiles - B. Art - A*. Music - A. Physical Education - B. Religious Education - A*. Computer Science - B
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This was the basic personal information sheet, taped to the front of a thick file of 666 and placed in front of Dr Reese who was in charge of admitees to Group A. The balding middle aged man with beady green eyes and thinning russet hair looked up at the young, pretty, 'eye candy' assistant who'd placed the file down. Pretty though she was, she was 80% fake. Fake nails. Fake tan. Fake blonde. The works - she basically was a Barbie Doll.
"What's this?" The older man's brow furrowed. His group was male occupated and 666 was a girl.
"Ms Paige has particularly asked that 666 goes in to Group A when the next supplies load goes up" she said in a screechy voice, twiddling a platinum blonde and straightened (and visibly dry) tendril around her orange fingers and obviously fake talons
"Well 583 is already primed to go and he's male so she'll have to wait till next month" he shut the file, pushing it away
"You don't understand she's going in with him. They're having two admitees"
"Two? But ... But, why?"
"She's a superstitious old bat that's why. This girl, she's 666 - the devil. Not to mention the fact she's an anomaly"
"Anomaly? What do you anomaly?"
"I don't know, you'll have to ask Doctor Goodhill" she sneered out the Doctor in charge of Group B's name. Dc Goodhill was a woman and to the fake secretary, competition. The slutty assistant batted her eyelashes a few times more before strutting off. Her heels clacked along the floor as she swung her hips and her hair bounced. Doctor Reese took the bratty, young woman's advice and phoned the other Doctor.
Holly Goodhill was a plain woman in her early 40's. She was very petite, slight and slim. She had Chesnut poker straight hair in a Bob and hazel eyes - her complexion was all very in line, no stand out features.
After dialling the number he waited a few rings before the all to familiar nassally voice sounded.
"Hello?" She asked, sounding slightly irritated
"Ah, Doctor Goodhill. One of your candidates, 666, have been transferred to my pile. She's to join Group A tomorrow and all because of Paiges' mumbo-jumbo beliefs about her being 666 and her -" The woman Doctor cut him off
"And anomaly status. That's what you want to know about, correct?"
"Correct"
"Well every test she's completed even when she was a child she always found a way around the problems we make them face but they're always obscure - from when she was first admitted she has always had the most outlandish yet successfull way of completing whatevers thrown at her. Its almost guaranteed she'll pass tests using a method never seen before and never seen again. Even when she has a mentor, guiding her decisions, she refuses to take to suggested options and does it her own way. She will not conform. And it's subconscious. She dosen't even realize she's been disruptive it's just how she sees problems. It's like her brains wired differently to all the others"
"Well if she's such an oddball, sending her into the Group could jeopardize everything. Why does she want her in there anyway? She's a girl." Doctor Reese cut across, annoyed all his hard work adding boys with very specific qualities was about to be undone.
"666." She slyly flat lined, implying he should understand - goading him on.
"What about it?"
"That's her administration number. That was given to her before all the tests and trials, Paige is convinced her number being what it is, is a symbol that she will never fall in line, that she is a menace to wicked. A -"
"Devil to the project" Doctor Reese interjected
"Correct. So to eliminate the 'threat' she's putting her where she doesn't belong - she hopes your boys will crush her spirit or a least pressure her in to sumbission. You know, her just being a 'little woman' in a big group of scary boys. That and the fact she'll be forced to mix with others who see everything one way, so she'll have to accept being deemed crazy or change" she condescended him. Using a tone a mother would explain to her young child in when they had done something wrong.
"Right ... Thanks Holly, appreciated. At least I know in advance that I'm completely sabotaging my Group's chances" he laughed lightly, pinching the bridge of his noise
"It's fine Malcolm. She's not going to brake the system. Now if that's all some off us have to complete and verify an exstensive amount of paper work because Paiges' a choosy so-and-so who - at the drop of a hat - decides to shake up the routine"
"Have fun"
"Oh I will. Buckets" he could almost hear her roll her eyes at her comment. The Doctor then hung up, leaving Doctor Reese to brace his reciever back on the bracket. The man then pulled 666's file towards him and opened it. Reading through the pages more carefully to ensure he knew enough about his Group's knew member, along with 583 - a Thomas.
-line break-
Doctor Reese strolled through the vast and multiple complex of holding cells that were arranged in long narrow corridors on the east side of the organization's park. Walking along the pristine, white washed corridors, that stang of bleach and were absent of any colour, he searched for cell 666. Behind Doctor Reese were two younger, lower ranking doctors and four guards from the holding complex's extensive security team. Doctor Reese was far to high up to do anything to involved - to 'get his hands dirty'. So the younger doctors were there to knock her out and then with the accompanying guards, put her and 583 in the FWCSC (Food and Water Controlled Supply Crate) box so when the tranquiliser lost effect she would already be in the box.
"666. Here it is ... You might need to double or even triple dose her, her body has away of fighting any drugs we use on her. Hell even conscious, when doing the tests she refuses to comply and dosedoesn't try" Doctor Reese warned opening the door to cell 666. Inside was a girl, all tucked up in to her self in the foetal position.
*A / N: THE MEASUREMENTS ARE THAT OF TALULAH RILEY. OC HAS THE SAME PHYSIQUE AS HER*