Site-72 (SCP)

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*good morgan!*

 *Good bone marrow*

*not sure?*

(I'll intro someone here later) 

Cato is chilling in his cell

Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.

Jedidiah was making his daily rounds down the D-Class hallways, humming to himself. He would,  unconsciously sometimes, run his thumb over his silver bracelet or spin a rifle bullet through his gloved fingers.

035, thankful that Sam had brought it a new body, was sitting behind a glass wall in front of a new researcher who dared walk into its cell. It tapped its fingers impatiently on the table where the guards had set it, deciding how it would be best to kill this fool.

'Are they?' He wonders. 'And who are coming? Interesting...'

As Cato has died and been reborn many times, danger does not really faze him. He could always find a new body...

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Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.

Jedidiah was making his daily rounds down the D-Class hallways, humming to himself. He would,  unconsciously sometimes, run his thumb over his silver bracelet or spin a rifle bullet through his gloved fingers.

035, thankful that Sam had brought it a new body, was sitting behind a glass wall in front of a new researcher who dared walk into its cell. It tapped its fingers impatiently on the table where the guards had set it, deciding how it would be best to kill this fool.

 The newest member of the guard, a 6'5" muscle-bound man in bulky black and brass armor knocks on the door

 Anasta looks up and tilts her head. "Its open." She said.

'Great. What does that look like?'

'Brilliant. Will it be a painful end?'

'Good. And for those who stand for you?'

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Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.

Jedidiah was making his daily rounds down the D-Class hallways, humming to himself. He would,  unconsciously sometimes, run his thumb over his silver bracelet or spin a rifle bullet through his gloved fingers.

035, thankful that Sam had brought it a new body, was sitting behind a glass wall in front of a new researcher who dared walk into its cell. It tapped its fingers impatiently on the table where the guards had set it, deciding how it would be best to kill this fool.

 The newest member of the guard, a 6'5" muscle-bound man in bulky black and brass armor knocks on the door

 Anasta looks up and tilts her head. "Its open." She said.

 the guard comes in. "My name's Sergeant Markell, it is an honor to be here"

 "This isn't your post soldier. This is the medical sector. If you looking for the guard stations, report you your command chief" she said without looking up.