OOC THREAD
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WELCOME TO THE HEIGHTS
WHITE QUEEN
[Note:] Whenever “high up” “boss” or anything along those line sis mentioned. I’m referring to Sinister. He isn’t mentioned freely as his status is to remain unknown to the patients. So patients have no clue he is behind any of this. And Emma is one his favorites…at least she likes to think so lol
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Icy-cold eyes glimmered in the vivid, sterile-lighting of The Heights medical ward, and the shimmering white of her form-fitting lab-coat and stilettos paled in comparison to the strawberry blonde color of Emma Frost’s hair, and the sparkle of her dazzling complexion. To avoid encumbering, Frost had tied back the deluge of white-blonde that was her hair into a tight neat bun.
To appear crisp, Emma had applied a thick layer of gloss to her lips and a light shade of white eye-shadow to her eyelids. As always, the woman’s complexion was without flaw, and her physiognomies suggested no less than staunch seriousness. Adroitly, the woman tapped upon a number of keys, pressed her palm against an imprint in the wall and waited as the metal doors opened and walked through.
Her office was small on demand. She didn’t need a spacious office to make herself feel important. She simply was.Frost reclined back in the plush, tan, leather chair in front of a grand mahogany. The Queen Bitch of the Universe found easily settled into the role of leadership that was bestowed upon her. So what if she wasn’t “officially” leader here. As that position was taken by…someone…temporarily higher than she. She still flaunted her status as “his” favorite and used it to her advantage.
The self proclaimed leader of Nightshift nurses and doctors leaned back against the upright cushion, breasts on full display but not thrust out forth for all to marvel at their round, gravity-defying curves. When they were as big as hers they were permanently show stoppers. And her outfit did very little to mask that. It was one of her trademarks, hidden very slightly by her lab coat. Those bold enough to ask how she didn’t have a Janet Jackson-like mishap were given this answer. “My willpower is infinite.”
Using the telepathic abilities granted to her. She found she could use her mutation effortlessly now. Before it would cause her severe migraines now…she hardly felt a thing. Connecting to the minds of all the others nurses and doctors…
“I hope you all don’t mind the intrusion. But I feel a quick meeting is in order. You all know where to find me. Make it quick my dears otherwise I’ll be crashing these parties all on my lonesome.” And she knew they couldn’t have that. The patients had been chosen about a week ago. And since then they had remained untouched. They roamed the grounds freely by day and at night were sent back to their rooms. For now the Nightshift nurses and doctors had been forbidden to go anywhere near their patients at nighttime.
During the day they ran test. Physical tests any certified doctor would run and mental challenges you’d receive at a routine visit with a therapist. They ran a very secure and legit facility. But at night…oh things would be very different. Frost could only imagine what would occur…they mayhem…the fun. This would be their playground. Beyond tantalizing fantasy was an underlying project. That only Sinister knew about. There was a drug being administered. Even they had no clue as to what it was. Only that they would begin administering it in a few days. Which was partially what this meeting was about. A slow smile crossed onto her cool lips.
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WELCOME TO THE HEIGHTS
WHITE QUEEN
[Note:] Whenever “high up” “boss” or anything along those line sis mentioned. I’m referring to Sinister. He isn’t mentioned freely as his status is to remain unknown to the patients. So patients have no clue he is behind any of this. And Emma is one his favorites…at least she likes to think so lol
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Icy-cold eyes glimmered in the vivid, sterile-lighting of The Heights medical ward, and the shimmering white of her form-fitting lab-coat and stilettos paled in comparison to the strawberry blonde color of Emma Frost’s hair, and the sparkle of her dazzling complexion. To avoid encumbering, Frost had tied back the deluge of white-blonde that was her hair into a tight neat bun.
To appear crisp, Emma had applied a thick layer of gloss to her lips and a light shade of white eye-shadow to her eyelids. As always, the woman’s complexion was without flaw, and her physiognomies suggested no less than staunch seriousness. Adroitly, the woman tapped upon a number of keys, pressed her palm against an imprint in the wall and waited as the metal doors opened and walked through.
Her office was small on demand. She didn’t need a spacious office to make herself feel important. She simply was.Frost reclined back in the plush, tan, leather chair in front of a grand mahogany. The Queen Bitch of the Universe found easily settled into the role of leadership that was bestowed upon her. So what if she wasn’t “officially” leader here. As that position was taken by…someone…temporarily higher than she. She still flaunted her status as “his” favorite and used it to her advantage.
The self proclaimed leader of Nightshift nurses and doctors leaned back against the upright cushion, breasts on full display but not thrust out forth for all to marvel at their round, gravity-defying curves. When they were as big as hers they were permanently show stoppers. And her outfit did very little to mask that. It was one of her trademarks, hidden very slightly by her lab coat. Those bold enough to ask how she didn’t have a Janet Jackson-like mishap were given this answer. “My willpower is infinite.”
Using the telepathic abilities granted to her. She found she could use her mutation effortlessly now. Before it would cause her severe migraines now…she hardly felt a thing. Connecting to the minds of all the others nurses and doctors…
“I hope you all don’t mind the intrusion. But I feel a quick meeting is in order. You all know where to find me. Make it quick my dears otherwise I’ll be crashing these parties all on my lonesome.” And she knew they couldn’t have that. The patients had been chosen about a week ago. And since then they had remained untouched. They roamed the grounds freely by day and at night were sent back to their rooms. For now the Nightshift nurses and doctors had been forbidden to go anywhere near their patients at nighttime.
During the day they ran test. Physical tests any certified doctor would run and mental challenges you’d receive at a routine visit with a therapist. They ran a very secure and legit facility. But at night…oh things would be very different. Frost could only imagine what would occur…they mayhem…the fun. This would be their playground. Beyond tantalizing fantasy was an underlying project. That only Sinister knew about. There was a drug being administered. Even they had no clue as to what it was. Only that they would begin administering it in a few days. Which was partially what this meeting was about. A slow smile crossed onto her cool lips.
