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Born: May 19, 2017 Forum Topics Started: 1
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MoscowThe Cure.
Created by Oliver Price
Jason Reindhart 08/15/17 This wasn't the man's first rodeo, it seemed. Good. The last thing he needed was to be under the care of an amateur. It wasn't his body he was worried about, it could always heal back to normal. His mind, however, was much harder to repair. With inexperienced hands came stress, with stress came paranoia, and with paranoia came fear. This man was no Jameson but if he trusted Olivar, Jason will as well.

"We don't have time for small. I am no stranger to being a lab rat. I was created to cure cancer, after all, and that comes with some crazy doctor visits."
Jason Reindhart 08/15/17 The man was about to wake up. "Wait! We have to keep this discrete as possible. Noura is already against the idea of me being possibly under the knife, and Elouise isn't to fond of it either." Hopefully the two wouldn't question it but knowing the two women, they would be curious.

"We keep this between you and I."
Jason Reindhart 08/15/17 Jameson had actually taken note of his multiple suggestions and inquiries? That came to a bit of a surprise to Jason. Slowly he rose to his feet, a groan of exhaustion escaping his lips in the process.

"Uh, yeah, sure. If it will help Jameson's research in any way I'm game."
Jason Reindhart 08/15/17 Jason didn't actually look at the phone since the only person who ever actually called him was Noura. Everybody else facetimed or texted him but she seemed to enjoy the old fashion version of communication at times. When a male's voice came from the other end a jolt of shock woke the man completely. Jameson? No, the man on the other side was timid. Also, Jameson probably wasn't in any mood to call him.

Oliver. yes, he had heard of him from Noura, even seen him pace the halls once or twice. "Uh, yeah, Oliver. I remember you. And what offer do you mean?"
Jason Reindhart 08/13/17 A feint sound echoed in the darkness. It was rhythmic. Was it a heartbeat? No, the beat was different. It almost sounded as if he was underwater and slowly drifting to the surface. The noise started to become clearer and clearer as a light began to illuminate he darkness. Where was he, anyways? How did he get there?

Another sound joined the rhythm. This time, a hushed voice called for him. It was calming, welcoming even. He wanted to move but his body was too heavy to budge. The light and sounds continued to grow until it was too bright and he had winced at the bright light. With a loud yell his name was screamed for mthe one voice he never thought he would hear again.

"Dianna!" The man flew from his slumber with his heart racing faster than it's already naturally quick pace. After a few moments to collect himself he realized the source of the rhythm was his phone. His hand lazily grasped the object and pressed it to his ear after answering the call.

"This is Jason."
Jameson Orlav 08/13/17
Elouise Orlav 08/12/17 Ollie
You're welcome. Be safe.
Call if you get into trouble.
Elouise Orlav 08/12/17 Oliver
It's been a while since I've had to go hunting for one.
Try the southeast of the city.
Elouise Orlav 08/12/17 Ollie
Food first. Then coffee.
And, yes, I ordered the rats.
Anything else?
Elouise Orlav 08/12/17 Ollie
I'm serious about the food bit. You need to keep your energy up.
If you need an extra hand, you know where to find me. I used to assist Jameson quite a bit.
Elouise Orlav 08/12/17 Oliver
Everything should be in there.
Including some dinner.
Eat it, please.
Elouise Orlav 08/10/17 Oliver
No, I had to clean it all up.
Just let me know what you need. I can go hunting.
Elouise Orlav 08/09/17 Oliver
Do you need any help?
Elouise Orlav 08/09/17 Oliver
He doesn't bite. He's sort of like Jameson. All he does is eat and sleep. Very simple.
I've overrided the security for the lab. You should be able to access it now. Just let me know if you need my help.
Elouise Orlav 08/03/17 Oliver
I had a retina and finger print access installed. I'll get you set up.
Are you okay with children? The baby is still awake.
Elouise Orlav 08/03/17 Oliver
The lab is locked up.
Stop by my suite.
Jameson isn't here.
Elouise Orlav 08/03/17 Oliver
Hey, Ollie.
Where are you?
Elouise Orlav 06/07/17 Ollie
Settling in okay?
If you need anything, just let me know.
Jameson Orlav 05/29/17 Jamesons door swings open immediately. As soon as he realizes that it's Oliver's voice on the other end, there is absolutely no hesitation. His tone is troubled. Startled maybe. Afraid.

"Ollie?" The doctor steps out into the hallway, head turning to each side as he attempts to assess any danger that the empty corridor might possess. "What's wrong? What's going on?"
Autumn Dalca 05/29/17 Twice more Autumn had seen the man. Twice more, a terrified reaction. She truly didn't mean to torture him, but he fascinated and puzzled her. Why did he fear her?

She never gave chase, concerned he might careen headlong into a wall. Or light post. Or anything which would not give if he slammed into it.

So, the last time Autumn saw him, she'd slipped a note into his pocket:

I am not going to hurt you.
Should he find and subsequently show the note to Jameson, the good doctor might recognize Autumn's handwriting.
Autumn Dalca 05/29/17 Surprise. A whole lot of it. That was what she felt when her would-be 'victim' looked at her as if she spat fire and brimstone, letting out a garbled scream.

At a whopping five foot, four inches, Autumn did not consider herself threatening in the least. The reaction threw her off enough to make the fiery redhead jerk her hand back and look around, thinking perhaps the man might have seen someone else.

But no. Just her.

Green eyes shifted back to the man's retreating back, curious as ever.
Soleil Whitaker 05/22/17 To:

Hi Oliver,

Just wanted to reach out and say welcome to the Order! I apologize for such an impersonal introduction, but I'm currently in NY and figured this was the best mode of communication for now. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you need anything!

I do hope to be meeting you in person sometime soon. :)

Take care,


Jason Reindhart 05/21/17 "Welcome to The Order, my dude."
Elouise Orlav 05/19/17 "It's a boy," she notes, a grin pulling briefly at her face before beginning to sgep towards the door, fingers lingering against the handle. "Our room is at the end of the hall. If you need anything, Oliver, we're just a few steps away."

Just before closing the door, she gives him another smile. "Rest well, and welcome to The Order."
Elouise Orlav 05/19/17 "You're right. Sometimes I forget..." She waves an idle hand, shoving it into her pocket thereafter. Jameson had done a good job stitching her up after her run-in with Cole, but not amount of skilled work could prevent a scar. And the mental ones, which ran deeper still. "Online shopping, then."

A hand moves to rest idly on her growing stomach, lips greeting Oliver's compliment with a charmed smile. "Any friend of my husband is a friend of mine. At least, I will be here if you need anything. But I won't press my company. Jim can attest. I tend to be rather...lively." She glances away from him then to her stomach. "Not as much, at present. But, I'm only a few months away, now."
Elouise Orlav 05/19/17 Folding her arms across her chest, Elouise motions with a gentle jut of the head onwards. Said room is a blank slate, comfortable, but impersonal. And, presumably placed closer to the Orlav's suite on purpose. "We can go shopping, later. Personalize it?" The offer is gentle, her tone more coaxing than before. She then looks away, eyes diverting to the ring of keys clipped to her belt loop.

"I have a spare, just in case you misplace your copy, Oliver. Do you need anything else?" Cerulean eyes continue to analyze them in her own way, concern etched into her expression.
Elouise Orlav 05/19/17 Elouise pauses, eyes narrowing in a much more scrutinizing way. Her expression softens, frown on her lips as he speaks. His mannerisms, his nervous nature, all things she remembers in herself. "Are you looking for Jameson? Or your room? I can show you to either."
Elouise Orlav 05/19/17 Hi, Ollie! I'm Elouise. Jameson's bae. ...wife.
He's a total buzzkill, right? You can still have the kool aid.
-eyes over-
Are you a good snuggler?
Jameson Orlav 05/19/17 "It's safe. It's the safest place you could be. I promise." Jameson nods. One easy, solid nod, as if there were no argument about his proclamation. In his mind, there wasn't. It was the safest place for the people he cared about.
Under his protection.
Jameson Orlav 05/19/17 Chestnut orbs fall to where Oliver's fingers curl inattentively against his palm. Jameson can't find a way to ignore the rigid breaths that force themselves from Ollie's mouth. He's sweaty. Skin grey. The dull husk of his body slumps as though he doesn't quite have enough energy to keep himself present. It's not hard to recognize what is going on, and though his head shakes slowly without consideration, Jameson's arms find a way to reach forward. He grasps tightly at the young man, pulling him against his chest and enveloping him in a tight hug.

This is most certainly not of character for a one, Jameson Orlav. But then, most people don't understand the responsibility he had felt for the twins: although now it was just Ollie.

"What have you done to yourself, kid..." Jameson grumbles, an easy pat against Oliver's shoulder before he pulls himself away and squares his attention onto the younger mans face. His stare fixates against Ollie's gaze. "You're coming back to the compound with me. We'll get you taken care of."
Jameson Orlav 05/19/17 Bewilderment. Perhaps the easiest way to describe the look that washes across Jameson's face when he hears news of 'The Realm's newest arrival. It couldn't be. The doctor had taken so many precautions to be sure that Oliver had remained untouched, and perfectly sound. Away from the bowels of this life that Jameson had allowed him into, which had ultimately ruined his own as he knew it.

"Ollie.." Jameson appears quietly, shaky breath making way for the name formed on his lips, heavy disbelief evident in his eyes.

His lips part, allowing enough space for words to force themselves from his throat, but with so many questions and such concern he can't figure out exactly which to start with.
Elouise Orlav 05/19/17 Welcome to the Realm!
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