[He gives the syringe a look that says why the hell are you so big?]
...I guess I'll get used to the size.
[It's warm in the room, with all the cameras humming away, and he's wearing short sleeves. Finding a vein is as easy as glancing at the crook of his elbow.
He holds his left arm flat against his knee, underside up, trying not to tense it quite so much. The muscles are flexing convulsively; it's trembling a little. Signs of fear.
Well, he won't be afraid much longer, he thinks with savage satisfaction as he lines up the needle. (Crap, that really is a really big needle.) He grits his teeth, then pushes it in and quickly presses the plunger.
Alex is braced for slight unpleasantness, a bit of discomfort, maybe that dizziness and nausea she mentioned. What he's not prepared for is pain, spreading quickly from the injection site and through his entire body, like something is chewing through flesh and bone. Alex snatches the needle out, flinching. He swears he can hear the cracking and crunching.]
Aaaah - is it supposed to h-aa-aaaahhh--
[His vision is suddenly red, veiny, as though blood or the plasmid has flowed into his eyes, and the pain keeps getting worse. He can see the veins of his hands and arms glowing, and waves of blue flowing over his skin like the beginnings of frostbite. Oh god, did something go wrong? Then Alex drops the needle and doubles over, eyes screwed shut, because the pain feels like it's filleting every one of his bones.]
Gh - aaah -- aaaaaaaaagh!
[He stands, then stumbles, collapses onto one knee, then - it's gone, the pain is gone, draining away. The dregs collect as aches and stings and ripples of cold across his skin. His hands feel tight; they keep flexing and twitching independantly of him.
Alex stays where he is for several long moments, stunned, his breathing quick and shallow.]
[ACTION] ...that can have a tag too. Happy?
...I guess I'll get used to the size.
[It's warm in the room, with all the cameras humming away, and he's wearing short sleeves. Finding a vein is as easy as glancing at the crook of his elbow.
He holds his left arm flat against his knee, underside up, trying not to tense it quite so much. The muscles are flexing convulsively; it's trembling a little. Signs of fear.
Well, he won't be afraid much longer, he thinks with savage satisfaction as he lines up the needle. (Crap, that really is a really big needle.) He grits his teeth, then pushes it in and quickly presses the plunger.
Alex is braced for slight unpleasantness, a bit of discomfort, maybe that dizziness and nausea she mentioned. What he's not prepared for is pain, spreading quickly from the injection site and through his entire body, like something is chewing through flesh and bone. Alex snatches the needle out, flinching. He swears he can hear the cracking and crunching.]
Aaaah - is it supposed to h-aa-aaaahhh--
[His vision is suddenly red, veiny, as though blood or the plasmid has flowed into his eyes, and the pain keeps getting worse. He can see the veins of his hands and arms glowing, and waves of blue flowing over his skin like the beginnings of frostbite. Oh god, did something go wrong? Then Alex drops the needle and doubles over, eyes screwed shut, because the pain feels like it's filleting every one of his bones.]
Gh - aaah -- aaaaaaaaagh!
[He stands, then stumbles, collapses onto one knee, then - it's gone, the pain is gone, draining away. The dregs collect as aches and stings and ripples of cold across his skin. His hands feel tight; they keep flexing and twitching independantly of him.
Alex stays where he is for several long moments, stunned, his breathing quick and shallow.]