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<blockquote data-quote="Master_Pugs" data-source="post: 1505758" data-attributes="member: 13109">Kiro stares out the window calmly, taking a few moments now and then to scan the faces of his new friends, he still finds himself shocked by the resemblance.&nbsp; As Order poses her question he slowly turns his head, eybrow raising slowly under his shades.&nbsp;He begins to frown and his head drops slightly as he speaks, &quot;Yes, I was tested on...&nbsp; as I remember it I was snatched from the roof of my childhood home, had my mind blasted to bits by some psychic operative or something...&nbsp; then woke up in a cell...&nbsp; I have no idea how long it went on exactly, they would inject us with things...&nbsp; force us to take pills or drink odd tasting solutions...&nbsp; and then the worst of it all, the room...&nbsp; every day... or at least I think it was every day, one of us would be taken from our cell and paraded off under armed guard to a room with nothing more then a table with straps and a desk covered in what can only be described as instruments of torture..&nbsp; luckily the&nbsp; bastards sedated us for the room...&nbsp; some self-serving fallacy of compassion I suppose...&nbsp; maybe they could sleep at night if we were unconcious while they did whatever they did...&nbsp; I got strange bruises...&nbsp; marks and lacerations...&nbsp; sometimes just a dull pain with no physical signs of trauma...&nbsp; and then when you tried to sleep you'd be assailed by the pain of the sickness...&nbsp; the horrid sickness all the chemicals gave us all...&nbsp; and on good nights you just had to deal with the sounds of weeping, your own or someone else's, sometimes you couldn't even tell...&nbsp; it was hell...&nbsp; and please...&nbsp; never bring it up again...&quot;&nbsp; Kiro seams to be shaking, but he raises his head and manages a harsh smile, &quot;I believe it was backed by the US goverment...&nbsp; or at the very least someone knew about it...&nbsp; there's no other way something so big could go unnoticed...&nbsp; I just don't understand...&nbsp; how could they let this happen to those poor innocents, their own citizens, their own brothers...&nbsp; what sickness must be in one's heart!&nbsp; I just...&nbsp; I cannot fathom the...&nbsp; the...&quot;&nbsp; Kiro's face freezes in the middle of his sentance.&nbsp; He slumps forward against his seat belt as a single tear rolls down his cheek.&nbsp;&quot;Forgive me...&nbsp; I didn't mean to explode like that...&nbsp; Gomen...&nbsp; gomen...&quot;&nbsp; He places a hand over his face and sets his jaw.&nbsp; The tear rolls down his face and drops from his chin, pooling on the lapel of his leather jacket.&nbsp; Kiro's face remains calm.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Master_Pugs, post: 1505758, member: 13109"] Kiro stares out the window calmly, taking a few moments now and then to scan the faces of his new friends, he still finds himself shocked by the resemblance. As Order poses her question he slowly turns his head, eybrow raising slowly under his shades. He begins to frown and his head drops slightly as he speaks, "Yes, I was tested on... as I remember it I was snatched from the roof of my childhood home, had my mind blasted to bits by some psychic operative or something... then woke up in a cell... I have no idea how long it went on exactly, they would inject us with things... force us to take pills or drink odd tasting solutions... and then the worst of it all, the room... every day... or at least I think it was every day, one of us would be taken from our cell and paraded off under armed guard to a room with nothing more then a table with straps and a desk covered in what can only be described as instruments of torture.. luckily the bastards sedated us for the room... some self-serving fallacy of compassion I suppose... maybe they could sleep at night if we were unconcious while they did whatever they did... I got strange bruises... marks and lacerations... sometimes just a dull pain with no physical signs of trauma... and then when you tried to sleep you'd be assailed by the pain of the sickness... the horrid sickness all the chemicals gave us all... and on good nights you just had to deal with the sounds of weeping, your own or someone else's, sometimes you couldn't even tell... it was hell... and please... never bring it up again..." Kiro seams to be shaking, but he raises his head and manages a harsh smile, "I believe it was backed by the US goverment... or at the very least someone knew about it... there's no other way something so big could go unnoticed... I just don't understand... how could they let this happen to those poor innocents, their own citizens, their own brothers... what sickness must be in one's heart! I just... I cannot fathom the... the..." Kiro's face freezes in the middle of his sentance. He slumps forward against his seat belt as a single tear rolls down his cheek. "Forgive me... I didn't mean to explode like that... Gomen... gomen..." He places a hand over his face and sets his jaw. The tear rolls down his face and drops from his chin, pooling on the lapel of his leather jacket. Kiro's face remains calm. [/QUOTE]

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