Caught in the Net  |SeraNova & Ini|
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				Title: <strong>Caught in the Net  |SeraNova &amp; Ini|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 03:58:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md41yaxRCC1rn8qkno1_250.jpg)A ripple across the surface of the water, a faint glimpse of something trailing in the dark depths.&nbsp; It was enough to bring a hush over the crowd standing pressed against the railing that separated them from the glass of the tank. A light on the left bottom corner of the tank flared to life and caught one slender arm in motion through the water.&nbsp; “I see her!” came the piping voice of an excited child.<br><br>The light in the right corner of the tank lit up - another flash of milky white flesh sliding effortlessly through the water, more excited cries from the younger humans in the crowd. With a dazzling brightness the last two lights popped on to expose the waif in the water, long pinkish white hair swirling above her head, dainty frame barely covered in flimsy cloth to protect the sensibilities of the humans that paid money to gawk at her.<br><br>Pale grey slanted eyes blinked against the brightness, body twisting to twirl in the depths of the water, the move bringing ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from the children who now clamored to get closer to the tank.&nbsp; One would think she was entertaining those staring at her in fascination. They’d be wrong though.&nbsp; She hated the lights, the distorted faces of those that pressed against the sides of the tank.<br><br>She was the last of her kind - a mermaid - and instead of being free in the wild oceans, she was a prisoner within the tanks of Elkvand Research Center.&nbsp; A creature kept alive for the tests that the scientists of the world ran - a freak show for those that paid the fee to come in and see her in her ‘natural element’.&nbsp; There was nothing natural about the tank she was forced into three times a day.&nbsp; The coral was fake, the fish that swam around her replaced every week when they died out.&nbsp; She hated it.<br><br>A rapping on the side of the tank brought both small hands to cover her ears, a scowling visage shot in the direction of the grubby human child that pounded on the glass to get her attention, it’s mother ignoring the numerous signs that were posted instructing them to not bang on the glass.&nbsp; The sound was painful to her ears and brought about the very reaction that the researches were now worrying about.&nbsp; Thin frame snapped around to face the child fully, the lunge towards the side of the tank bringing her right up to the child who grinned widely only to stare in horror when her mouth opened in a rage filled scream that showed the two rows of razor sharp teeth. Both hands smacked against the pexiglass with loud thuds that brought a squeal out of the kid and a shriek from the rotund mother as she scrambled backwards, one hand yanking her child backwards with her.<br><br>Instantly the lights went out and a voice came over the intercom system to announce the viewing was over and to follow the roped path to the exit.&nbsp; Under the water the sound came of the door opening to the private tank she lived in, the small frame turning to swim towards it hurriedly, the desire to be back into the relatively privacy of the inner tank overwhelming.&nbsp; Three years now they had forced her out to be gawked at and her patience with it was wearing thin.&nbsp; Promises of music, promises of her favorite foods, promises of more treasures for her to collect - they all failed to motivate her into cooperation now. She was tired of the existence in the tanks - she longed to be free in the oceans once more.<br><br>Gentle slaps at the water caught her attention and brought her up to the surface of the water, those pale eyes lifting out of the water to stare at her evening caretaker. “Asherah. Why did you do that? You know that you shouldn’t do that. It makes them mad at you.” Karen had been her caretaker since they had brought her here - was the one she liked the most though these days even Karen failed to elicit positive responses out of her.<br><br>Her answer was a sound similar to a grunt, eyes narrowing before she flipped over in the water, feet splashing water everywhere as she dived down to the depths of her pool. She would have preferred complete darkness down here, but that had been one of the first things to be removed from her when she had started to act out. Now there were small rows of lights spaced out along the contoured walls of her pool so that she did not have privacy and her caretakers could see her as long as she was not in the man made cave she slept in.<br><br>It was there that she went now, the gauzy pieces of fabric that they made her wear drifting up to the top of the pool as she vanished into the shallow cave. There she tucked herself into the corner, dainty fingers pulling one long tendril of hair down to twist and twirl while she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.&nbsp; It was still two hours till dinner would be dropped into her pool and she had no want for interaction with Karen despite the fact she was the only one staffed tonight who understood why she acted out.<br><br>What had tense body relaxing was the soothing strains of music that were turned on - the piano notes filling her enclosure allowing her to curl up and simply let her thoughts drift away from the reality of her world.&nbsp; She had no idea that her world was about to get a huge change and that even then, when she thought she had some small bit of privacy, she was being watched.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caught in the Net  |SeraNova &amp; Ini|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seranova</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:01:06</strong>
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				The figure drifting on the other side of the one-way mirror was being studied carefully. The man doing the appraisal had his arms crossed in front of his chest and a scowl written across his face that caused the scar that ran from just under his left eye and stopped at jaw to wrinkle. The stubble around the scar stopped just shy of that line, as the dead tissue would never grow hair again. He lifted a hand and rubbed at the faded flesh, remembering vividly just how he’d been gifted it. Nearly twenty years. Some people never learned from their mistakes.<br><br>James Hughes wasn’t here by his first choice, but the numbers included in the offer he received were appealing enough to his bank account that he had decided it was worth the risk. He still wasn’t sure on the details, though. That was what worried him.<br><br>At just over forty years, James stood tall and lanky, and looked much the same he had at twenty, with just a bit of salt to go with his nearly black hair. Green eyes might be a bit faded these days, but that might have more to do with the cynicism and anger he’d harbored as he grew older. Back in those days, he was a dreamer, believing the world to be a magical place, and his job to preserve that magic. Being a caretaker for one of the last known mermaids? He had been proud. He’d been reckless.<br><br>That damn song had nearly been the end of him.<br><br>He rubbed the scar again, then noted the sound of the door opening behind and to his left. He didn’t turn. He didn’t even acknowledge the figure approaching. The notes of the piano were a strange, surreal accompaniment to the way the water reflections rippled light around the room that James and his visitor stood in. It was nearly halfway through the current piece that James finally cleared his throat and started with, “So… she’s the daughter.” His voice was still smooth, even and betrayed very little of the anger her felt welling within him while thinking about the bitch that nearly killed him after all he’d done.<br><br>"Yes. And as you can see, a perfect specimen. She has lived longer than any of our other specimens."<br><br>He made a soft grunt with his throat, then finally turned to look over his shoulder and regard the visitor with narrowed eyes. "I'm sure she is and has. I'm sure you didn't offer all that money so you could gloat about her to me. Why am I here?"<br><br>There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before the answer came "To the point? She needs to be bred. Last of her kind, will be extinct. Blah, blah." A shift of weight from one foot to the other, eyes never leaving the form curled up in the man made cave. "Look, we've tried every male on the list. None of them are even close to being a compatible match."<br><br>Green eyes widened slightly. “You want me to fuck a mermaid? Or just donate to the cause without the fun involved?”<br><br>He was use to the blunt talk so there was no surprise registered at the response. Instead, he simply let out a sigh. "The matter of how you breed her is up to you.&nbsp; We'll pay you handsomely either way it is done.&nbsp; As an added incentive, if you breed her successfully the number of times we need, she becomes yours." Finally, a turn to face him, the expression on his face dead serious. "Think about it. Your own mermaid to show off your status, plus the rather exorbitant pay we will be giving you for each successful birth." He left out the creature's sullen and temperamental behavior in a bid to gain a yes. If this didn't work then he'd bring up the rest.<br><br>James turned back to regard the creature in the water before him for several long, silent moments of consideration. His own mermaid? Could he break her will? Could he make her his own? A swell of pride flooded through his chest as he inhaled deeply. He was being played, but he didn’t mind so much. It was a good button. Did they still have his psych profile after all this time? Twenty years… Still, he already knew his answer. But he had to have some of the power here.<br><br>“Autonomy. I’ll need your support in the background to win her trust. And I’ll be taking her home eventually. You’ll get your spawn, and I’ll get my money, as long as you can play the game just right. You’re the enemy in her eyes, and that will be played to our mutual advantage.” He paused and took a step forward, a finger barely grazing the glass over her form as he saw it. “Is that clear?”<br><br>For a moment it seemed like he'd balk, his eyes watching the way he traced his finger on the glass where the creature slept. The hesitation was simply because he knew Elkvand could earn more money immediately by simply putting the creature in shows with other predators. But, if she could be bred successfully? Well, there was a lot of money to be made from selling the creature's spawn.&nbsp; Not too mention the research that could be completed.<br><br>"You have a tank for her to live in at your home?"&nbsp; It wasn't really a concern.&nbsp; Honestly. he didn't care what truly happened to the creature so long as she spawned enough to put the project back into the black.&nbsp; "And fine. You'll get what you want.&nbsp; The only exceptions. You bring her monthly while she is incubating and the birthings happen here."<br><br>“Is that all?” He glanced back to give a dubious look over his shoulder. “And what do we tell her as each little fish goes missing? Think she’ll accept the idea her little monsters are being sold?” He turned away again. “You let me worry about where to keep her. You just focus on that little lie.” Satisfied that the conversation wasn’t going any further that he needed to participate in, James pivoted on his heel and started heading towards the door. It swung open silently, and he paused. Without turning, he spoke softly. “She almost killed me. Her mother. Don’t get in my way and ensure the daughter finishes the job.” With that, he was gone and the door closed behind him.<br><br>James paused at the edge of the pool, staring down into the seeming empty and calm water. Finally, he took a knee at the edge and reach a single finger into the water and splashed it gently. For her mother, it had been the equivalent of a knock on the door. He could only assume she would hear.<br><br>Whether or not she would respond was another story.
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