OOC: Just pretend that I was here the whole time. >>;
Azura looked at the contract and read it quickly. She's always been an excellent reader, excelling in every class she's taken. She whipped out a switch blade a cut the tip of her index finger. Waiting for the blood to ooze out, she wrote her name on the line. Suddenly, a a wave of drowsiness fell over her. She panicked; it was the same feeling of drowsiness that "they" would give her in the psych ward. She fell over onto her side and fell into a trance, but did not fall asleep. She turned over on to her back and felt her wrists being pinned down to the concrete. She choked on her scream as two men in lab coats loomed over her, shadows hiding their faces. No! she screamed in her head, let me go!
To her left was a tray with multiple tools. The blonde doctor picked up a syringe with a long needle, a greenish fluid inside the tube. He flicked the base of the needle and drove it below the bend of her elbow. They've pricked her with so many needles in one day that a large bruise developed, and you could clearly see the holes where they stabbed the needles. She finally let loose a wild shriek, and she then woke up.
OOC: Who can I wake up as?
