Tri(sees)angular Emotions

Rpg:
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Who: Coffey, Trisees.
When: Somewhen over the rainbow.
Where: Medibay.
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Larry Trisees let out a loud and large sigh as Hazel Coffey
injected yet another needle into his already swollen arm.
"Can't we do something else? I'm bored."
"No," murmurred Coffey.
"Please?"
"No," she said, pulling out the needle from Trisees' arm and
placing the blood into a microscope. Trisees growled and ripped the
monitors from him before standing up and pushing the equipment over.
There was a smash as the various vials and samples impacted with
the ground and broke. Coffey looked up from the contaminated
specimens at Trisees.
"Oops," he lied.
"For god's sake Trisees, sit down!" stated Coffey, wearily.
"Why should I? So you can get your precious lover back?" Shouted
Trisees, fury building up again. "No thanks. This is my life! My
body! And I want to know how he got it! So it can't happen again!"
he screamed.
"I'm going out for a drink!" he declared, and stormed out of the
medibay, pushing past the security team and sending them sprawling to
the floor.
"Stop Mr Trisees or we'll shoot!" said one of them, dazed whilst
reaching for his gun. Trisees stopped and turned around.
"And kill your precious surgeon? PAH! I don't think so," he spat,
before resuming his course for Parrots. He stomped down the
corridors, muttering angrily to himself.
"I hate that surgeon," he growled, an etched portrait of hatred on
his face. "If I ever meet him, god help me. If I dont kill him it'll
be a miracle. He's ruined me, taken away everything that ever meant
something in my shitty life. He's going to pay. They're NEVER going
to get him back."
He approached the lift to the promenade and stepped onboard. One
of the engineering crewmen stopped the lift and got onbaord as well.
"I almost didn't make that one, Doctor Shakespeare, say what have
you doen to your ha..." he said cheerfully.
They was a flash of white as Trisees grabbed hold of the crewmen's
neck and pushed him roughly against the wall of the lift, bashing the
crewmen's head and back into the dulled steel. Trisees brought his
face close to the crewmen's, his eyes red with anger and his voice
making a snarling noise.
"Don't you EVER call me that again, you hear me?" he asked, his
voice sounding forced through gritted teeth. The crewmen was stunned
and could not speak. Trisees grew angrier and thumped the crewmen
against the wall a second time.
"YOU HEAR ME?!" Trisees screamed violently.
"Y..Yes!" said the crewman pathetically.
Trisees growled once more and dropped the terrified crewmen, who
fell to the floor with a thump. The lift stopped at the promenade
and Trisees exited it, the crewmen still terrified and unable to move.
Trisees entered Parrots and walked striaght over to the bar.
"Give me a drink that dulls the senses. I don't care what it is as
long as it gets rid of this nightmare," he demanded. The barkeeper
shrugged and pulled out a bottle of some weird green liquid, and
poured a shot glass full to the brim for Trisees.
Trisees downed it inm one gulp and asked for the bottle, before
walking over to a secluded single table. He sat down and began to
pour himself drink after drink. He glared at his reflection in the
mirror. Short, blonde hair, and ridiculous goatee. He'd been turned
into a monster. Well, more of a monster.
He missed Callisto. Terribly missed it. His friends, well friend,
was the only person who'd ever understood him. Sarah had been his
partner on the 'Prometheus Project.' They were going to revolutionise
the perception's of human kind's mental prowess. That had been the
plan. What had happened though? He frowned as he tried to rack his
brains and come up with a definite answer. How on earth had his mind
been taken over by another personality. There had to be some kind of
reason it had happened.
He downed another shot, and shook his head. The green stuff wasn't
doing anything. Either it was cheap, or he'd drunk so much when a
student that his liver and brain had become rock solid to the stuff.
He foccussed his attention back to the last thing he rembered.
He'd just tried out the prototype of their machine, Sarah had gone
home, and the protoype hadn't worked. He'd then smashed it up in
anger and called over a nearby space hopper. He'd gotten in, and
been knocked out. when he awakened, he was on one of this crackpot
ship's medibeds, and twelve years had passed.
He took another drink of the green liquid and stopped midway when
he noticed a shadow standing over him. He looked up to see
Wildflower, with her hands on her hips, looking at him pointedly.
"Go away," said Trisees quietly.
"No. I won't. Not until you come back to the medibay," she said
defiantly.
"Go AWAY, Wildflower," he said, slightly louder.
"I'm not afraid of you, or Keto," she said once more.
"GO AWAY," he said, his voice level increasing.
"It's futile, Trisees. you'd better come with..."
"I said," interupted Trisees, laughing and slamming the shot glass
down on the table, where it smashed and gashed his hand.
"FUCK OFF WILDFLOWER!" he screamed the last part and punched
Wildflower's jaw. There was a deathly silence about the bar as
Wildflower crashed to the ground, her jaw red and a trickle of blood
running from down a bloody lip. Trisees looked up at the various
silent people and growled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"What?" he asked, before walking from the bar.
Wildflower groggily got to her feet and clutched her swelling jaw.
It stung when she touched it; and would denfitely require a trip to
the medibay.
Trisees strolled out of Parrots into the path of a rather important
looking female. She sized Trisees up and down.
"Causing a ruckus in Parrots are we?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Sue me," said Trisees, conchalantly.
"I'll do something better than that," she said. In a blur of
motion, she grabbed Trisees arms, and twisted them around, holding
him in a vice like grip and pulling them towards each other every few
second to increase Trisees pain.
"I'll take you to the brig," she said. "I'm Charlie Edwards, new
Security second in command. Pleasure to meet you scumbag," she said
mockingly, before pushing Trisees forward towards the security
department.
"It's just not my life," muttered Trisees.
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