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The LTB Study {FULL}
The LTB Study Quote:
Little does your character know, that ID number will become a brand for him/her to wear for the rest of their life. Little do they know, they'll never see their friends or family again. And, little do they know, that this study is quite the "study" indeed. Using specialized machines, this government run agency is able to bring out the deepest and most special hidden abilities in any human. While it doesn't always work, and while it may not be able to bring out those abilities fully (as it's just in the testing stages - and you are the guinea pig) that's okay, because they've got the world's top scientists and surgeons on hand. If you can't bring yourself to full potential, they'll do it for you. They may even decide to make you even "better" even if you can master your own powers. Get used to living with your new "family" because they'll be all you have, for the rest of your life, which, could be short - if they make you into the army they plan to. This place, that they call LTB, is like a giant prison. It doesn't look anything like a prison, more like a super mansion, or huge college of sorts, but it'll certainly feel like a prison. You're welcome to go outside, but you won't be able to get out of the dome that surrounds the prison, I mean LTB. Rules: 1. Violence and romance are encouraged, but always follow Mene's rules and TOS. 2. PM me your character profile with the title, "ID#833902". 3. No one liners, ever, no exceptions. Post in paragraphs. 4. You must post once a day, or every other day, and let us know when you'll be gone for an extended period of time. 5. Look at the other character profiles, and make sure your character is diverse. We don't need ten characters who are depressed, or can fly, etc. Also be sure that there aren't already too many of the gender you wish to play. I want an even or almost even amount of each gender. >> CLICK HERE FOR OOC << ^The place you want to be if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions.^ Character Skeleton Copy this skeleton, fill in the information and send it to my personal inbox. Do not post it here. PHP Code:
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Character Profiles Nixie Roth (ID# 094386)Rua Troi (ID# 093698)Elaine Jones (ID# 069814)Corynn (ID# 030288) and Caleb Moore (ID# 270199)Justitia VeritasGemini Starr (ID# 717375)Byren Nisshoku (ID# 035626)AzelfArvin V. KaiserRroy SkytunAiden Nathanial RhodesDr. Jonathan Rhodes |
Reserved for LTB Staff NPC's - The Doctors Anyone can control these people. Keep in mind that they all have powers of their own. Dr. John Greenwich The main doctor who makes all the decisions. He can create gasses and releases them through his hands as well as absorb the power attacks of others, sometimes effectively using the energy for a counter attack. He can also sense the powers of others, by touching them and looking into their minds. He can hypnotize with his eyes. Dr. Blair Heyman The doctor who hands out the pills and calls on you when it's time for - things. She has the ability to store and retain any and all information she acquires. She also has the ability to calm a person with her voice. Dr. Savinkov The last person you'll see while laying on the operating table, before bad things happen. He has the ability to work/move at super speed. As well as Biological Manipulation. Scary enough; he can stop and start the heart with his mind, along with other organ functions. And Smith The guy who will pick you up from the airport, and who always seems to be around to do "dirty work". He is part cyborg and has almost unmatchable strength. Important Locations LTB Your new and permanent home, surrounded by a large invisible dome. The halls While these are the halls of the basement level of LTB, these guards also stand at each level at the stairs, as well as at the end of each hall and at each doorway. The Simulator This is a separate building/dome attached to the side of LTB by a long hall. This is where most of the combat training will happen, and damage is real, to the amusement of the doctors. First FloorSecond FloorThird FloorThe Basement_______________________________________ Doctor's notes only. Do not write below this line. |
((Please look at the first post, the title post, to find a small list of NPC's and places just above the rules. Anyone can use and control the NPC's at any time.
Also, sorry for the large first post, I wanted to set the scene so everyone knew how to start! Your first experience should be something like this one, so you don't have to go into such great detail and can start wherever you'd like! Your posts do not have to be so long. Two small paragraphs are acceptable. But remember, no one liners.)) It was eight o'clock in the morning when Nixie exited the airport doors, stepping out onto the large waiting-walk crowded with people waiting for taxi cabs. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and side bangs fell over her right eye. She wore a fitted leather jacket over jeans and converse, and had a backpack slung over one shoulder. Light blue, almost grey eyes spotted a red-headed man in a black suit and sunglasses holding a sign that read, 'N. Roth'. Well, that was her. She made her way through the crowd. "I'm Nixie," she said with a friendly smile. "Smith," he responded simply, without returning the smile. He turned away from her immediately, to open her backseat car door. "Okay," she whispered with an eyebrow raise. Nixie climbed into the black town car uncomfortably. Suddenly she was feeling anxious. But that was typical Nixie, and one of the reasons she was going to the study. For her incredibly and sometimes debilitating anxiety and fear of small/enclosed places. She bit onto her full lower lip and started wringing the strap of her back pack. The car ride to LTB was long, and silent. She'd received a phone call yesterday morning informing her that there had been quite a response in folks entering the study, and in order to be able to pick everyone up, they'd asked her to come a day early. It was no problem for Nixie, and they'd informed her that an extra day, meant an extra $500. As the car pulled up to the large place she assumed to be LTB, Nixie stared in awe. The place was huge, like some kind of estate, or college. It didn't look anything like she'd expected. She'd expected a building in the city with, well, small spaces. Smith opened her door once again and Nixie climbed out, following him up a set of stone stairs to the doors of LTB, which promptly opened. She adjusted her backpack nervously. Smith wasn't much of a talker. She followed him up more stairs, to the second level of the large mansion of sorts, where the bedrooms were located. Finally, Smith decided to fill her in. "The first floor has the kitchen, dining room, living area, library and other amenities on one side, and community bathrooms, showers and spa on the other side. The second level, this level, are the bedrooms. The third level has the gym, and other training areas. The basement is off limits." Nixie nodded, too nervous to catch that part about training. As they neared the door to Nixie's room, they met a woman standing there, waiting. "I'm Dr. Heyman," she said in a disinterested voice. She must be tired of doing this everyday. The doctor looked down at a clipboard. "Nixie Roth," she said. Nixie nodded. "Here," the doctor said, handing her a small cup. Nixie took it and looked inside. There were two small white pills. Before she could question them, the doctor continued. "This is a study," she said. "You have to take the pills to help your anxiety and claustrophobia. In an hour, we'll test you to see if they've worked." The doctor's expression never changed and always seemed so disinterested. Nixie believed her every word though, she was a doctor after all. Nixie put the cup to her lips and took the pills easily. It wasn't the first time she'd taken medications for her illnesses. She handed the cup back. "Good," the doctor said, finally smiling. "Here," she said, turning the clipboard around and handing Nixie a pen. "Sign here, releasing us of liabilities." Nixie signed her name without reading a word, thus signing her life away unknowingly. As she got to the last letter of her name, the clipboard doubled. Nixie frowned. She tried to look at the letters, but they started jumbling around the page. She suddenly became dizzy. She couldn't focus, and she looked up at the doctor. "I- I feel, really dizzy..." she said. It felt like someone was pulling a rug out from under her. Gravity worked, and her body suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. She reached out for Smith, but her fingers grasped nothing. Her heart was racing. What was happening!? The thinly carpeted floor came up to meet her. She rolled onto her back in time to see the halls spinning. There were people around, a lot of people. Were they holding weapons? Had they been there the whole time? Another white-coat appeared, and words were exchanged between doctors. The last thing Nixie would remember was laughter. But why? Hands were grabbing at her, lifting her off the floor. "Get her to the experimentation lab," she heard. The words were slow and deep, sounding far away, distorted. A blackness closed in, and Nixie blacked out. |
"Finally," Caleb groaned, stepping out of airport. It was far too crowded, noisy and... Well, he didn't like flying much. Unlike Corynn who saw something exciting in each trip, he preferred remaining with his feet firmly planted on ground - in quite every sense of the word. The girl looked up at him with a smile. "It wasn't that bad," she objected sweetly, but he only scoffed in reply.
"Ah, there is our man!" Corynn exclaimed, pointing at sign that read "Corynn and Caleb Moore". Writing 'C. and C. Moore" would have looked slightly strange, but upon name change they had chosen to have same initials on purpose. It was sentimental whim from her side, but he didn't mind complying with it. Now, he followed her to the car, pulling their luggage along. It wasn't much, practically nothing, in fact. But that's how they lived - they didn't have anything beside aspirations and each other. Perhaps this study would change it. Neither of siblings really liked this Smith who didn't more than just say his name, but at least Corynn shrugged it off. In car ride, both of them spent most of it in silence - she napped, while he took in details behind window, as if trying to follow as to where they were taken. When they arrived at the grand building, he nudged her awake and her eyes went wide at the gorgeous sight. She was always sucker for pretty things. However, he didn't enjoy the thought of being test bunny, not even in as grand cage as this, but both of them needed help. Caleb knew how bothered his sister were by having to flinch at each sudden touch, being unable to hug her friends spontaneously, not even talking about kissing with a guy. He thought it rooted far deeper than that one event they both never brought up, but it was taboo theme. From one side, he didn't really mind she didn't have relationships, though... There was no one he knew that he would trust with his little sister. And he... Well, he definitely needed help, so he wouldn't become copy of his parents. And even if he hadn't wanted to come, if Corynn did, he had to follow. Of course, if he had insisted that she couldn't go, she wouldn't, but it seemed cruel to deny her this chance and they needed the money. As they walked through the beautiful house, both of them carefully took in surroundings, already trying to memorize it. She nudged him slightly when gym was mentioned, that meant he would be able to continue his training while here. Hopefully, it would be great, eventful week. Samantha, her drummer, was out of the town, too, so bar owner had been generous enough to give the whole band leave and also excused Caleb. Everything was planned out nicely and no one would look for them for a while. If only the pair had know that may as well had been one of reasons why they were here... Corynn frowned slightly when Smith said basement was off-limits, but then figured probably machinery like energy generators and such were located there that they didn't want people snooping around. Then, they were in front of Dr. Heyman, told their names and were handed cups with explanation what they were for. "Pills for my problem? But it's more of a psychological one..." she spoke up, one eyebrow quirked, while Caleb downed his pills with grimace. "Hopefully, these aren't the kind to make me all apathetic and drowsy," he commented, knowing what was usually prescribed for spouts of anger like his. Dr. Heyman sternly repeated that this was study and they should do as they're told, so girl took her pills, too. When the tablet was presented to both of them, they began reading before placing signature, though. "What... what are all these things you want to us to sign for?" her eyes went wide, taking in details while the written lines already started to blur out. "Sign it," Dr. Heyman ordered, her voice still disinterested, and suddenly, Smith's hand was on her wrist, nearly forcing her to sign. If she wasn't already starting to feel dizzy, while old fears made her comply to forceful touch, she wouldn't have signed and her signature was barely recognizable now. But Caleb... The moment he saw Smith's hand he jumped between them, trying to get burly man away from his sister, and heavy punch collided with red head's jaw. Unfortunately, next moment darkness that she had been trying to resist and get away from strange doctor took over Corynn's mind and she fell. Last thing she saw were people with weapons and Caleb fighting, fear gripped her gut - not for her, but him. Her brother spun around, trying to catch her, but this sudden movement quickened speed with which his conscience was slipping away and he joined her on floor, body partially covering her in an instinctively protective manner. "We will have to keep this man under extra control. He is strong," Smith said to Dr. Heyman, rubbing his jaw. If there would have been full conscious man's strength in the punch, it probably would be broken. Moments later, both victims were carried off to experimentation lab. |
((I went ahead and made my next post, so that those of you still entering in can start at either my first post, or this one. Whichever you prefer! Just trying to give you guys options!))
Voices; a heavily accented one, a few others. Nix tried to open her eyes. There was a bright light, so bright that it hurt. "She's waking up," she heard a female voice say. Nixie blinked and squinted. Everything was still so fuzzy. As the room came into focus, she felt a sharp pick on her left arm and she looked down to see someone jabbing her with a needle. She tried to pull her arm away, but she was strapped down. Instantly her heart rate picked up, but once again, the dizziness overtook her. "Put her back into the machine, and erase her memory. Is the tattoo finished?" Tattoo? Machine? "Wait... what's happen-", Nixie's voice faded out and the darkness overtook her again. ~~~*~~~*~~~ Nixie woke up in a bed. It was comfortable. She was wearing a generic set of clothes. Black fitted leggings of sorts. The men would be put into something more along the lines of work-out sweats. She was wearing a grey tank top that didn't quite meet the top of the pants. The men would be put into grey t-shirts or wife-beaters. She couldn't recall how she'd gotten into the clothes, or the bed. In fact, she didn't remember arriving here. She did remember getting off the plane. She was here for a study, she knew that much. Nixie sat up in the bed and her bangs fell over her right eye. Dizziness was wearing off. Her ponytail was still in place, and she reached up to tighten it, noticing something on her left arm. She gasped. There was a tattoo down her left forearm that read, "094386". She rubbed at it, but stopped. It was still tender, but not that tender. It had had plenty of time to heal. How long had she been out for? What was going on? Two days in fact had passed since Nixie had arrived at LTB. It was Saturday night now. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and found her footing on the wooden floor of her room. The room was large, as was the bed. The walls were darkly painted, and the windows were covered with black-out curtains. She paid no mind to the room for now, wanting to get out of it, and find someone who could tell her what was going on. Nixie padded barefoot across the floor, and to the door, which she opened, stepping out onto the thinly carpeted floor of the hall. There were people there. They wore uniforms that were clearly made of some kind of armor. They wielded large guns. Nixie's heart rate picked up again. "Hello?" she called to them. But none of them paid her any attention. She was no threat to them, for now. They were spaced apart evenly with their backs to the wall. There were seven or so, spaced out down the incredibly long hall. She walked hesitantly to the nearest one. "Excuse me," she said, but there was no response. She looked at another one, and then another. They were almost like statues. Okay then. Nixie turned away and padded down the hall to the stairs, which she descended. All Nixie could see of others, were more guards. Other than that, she seemed to be alone. When she reached the first floor, she turned right, in the direction of the kitchen and living area. Before she could make it far, Smith appeared, seemingly from nowhere. She gasped, "Oh!" she exclaimed putting her hand over her heart. She frowned. "What's going on here?" she finally demanded to know. "What is this?" she asked, offering her left forearm with the tattoo. Smith showed no change is his unreadable expression. "That's your ID number," he responded casually. He reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm. "It took you longer than the others to wake," he said. "The others?" Nixie questioned, following hesitantly while he still grasped her arm. "You'll learn to quit asking so many questions," he told her, releasing her arm when he knew she was following willingly. "LTB is your home now." "Wha-" Nixie was cut off as Smith continued talking. "By tomorrow evening your families will be receiving phone calls informing them that the private jet that you and the others departed on, had engine failure and crashed over the mountains. No one knows where you are, and you cannot leave or contact the outside world, so don't try." By this time, Nixie had stopped following. Smith turned to face her, filling her in on LTB's intentions, and that she'd become an experiment, and, that she'd agreed to all of it when she'd signed the paper. "You tricked us then," she said quietly in disbelief. He nodded, still expressionless. "It's for the greater good." She shook her head. She didn't want to be an experiment. She wanted to go home, now. The walls were closing in and the hall was getting smaller. She was having a panic attack. The very thing they'd lured her here using. The air thickened and Nixie couldn't breathe. She reached out for the wall, gasping for air. "I can't-" she tried. "I can't be here." She was shaking her head. It was all too much. Smith moved towards her. "Stay away from me," she said, backing away. He advance. "Stay away from me!" she screamed, before gasping for more air. Her head began to throb. As he reached her, Nixie put her hand up, somehow creating enough energy in the process to push Smith away and knock him down. Nixie looked horrified, clenching her hands together and bringing them to her chest. The statues in armor were closing in now. Someone grabbed her arm and she shrieked. "No! Stay away!" Someone grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the floor. She kicked and screamed. "Let go! Let me go!" "Sedate her!" Smith demanded. "No!" Something sharp jabbed into her neck, and in moments, she felt relaxed. So relaxed that she quit struggling. Her breathing slowed, as did her heart rate, to lower than normal. She was placed on the ground again and she swayed, before getting a feel for her balance again. Smith grabbed her arm once again. "We will continue to use force to sedate you and anyone else who gets out of control, so we suggest you keep yourself calm. There really is no use in fighting or trying to escape, you'll only make things very hard for yourself here." They arrived at the dining area. "You're late for dinner. It's too bad you won't be much company in this state. You'd do right to make friends with your new family. Do you understand Nixie?" Nixie seemed disinterested in what Smith babbled on about, but she heard every word. Her eye lids were heavier than normal, and she seemed slower than normal, but she was incredibly relaxed, and at peace. Everything was fine, and would be fine. "Yes," she responded in monotone. She nodded when he gestured to the table where others already sat. She was a zombie. Some of the others seemed to have been sedated too. That was alright. She felt better like this. Nixie found an empty seat and looked around. Everyone else seemed normal, just like her. Had they already been experimented on? What had they meant by that? Were they going to become some kind of hideous seven armed monsters? Nixie couldn't help but smile at the thought. It seemed ridiculous, and the image was funny. She didn't realize she was staring at someone across the table. Hopefully they didn't think she was laughing at them. Nixie wouldn't care though. She was far too relaxed to care about anything at all now. |
Rua was staring at his arm, as he sat at that dinner table. A plate of mostly untouched food in front of him. More or less he was staring at the newly acquired tattoo on his own arm, at least it didn't interfere with his other tattoos, it wasn't his style though and it made him feel like a piece of property.
It had happened to him to, he had gotten off the airplane, having a private conversation with himself, and approached the man with a sign that had his name on it. He'd gotten in the car, rode mostly in silence save for a few whispered words to himself. When he had arrived at his room with the doctor waiting for him, he had taken the pills with a shrugged comment of them most likely being mild altering drugs. Signed his name, and very promptly passed out. He had been out for maybe a day, and awoke to this new tattoo, the information that they weren't allowed to leave. Rua took it all with a shrug. He didn't seem too concerned at all, besides, it might even be a little fun. Though now here he was sitting here and staring at his food, surrounded by others, most of which seemed rather loopy. No doubt sedated. The idiots. Getting hysterical about things wouldn't change anything. Even if Rua did want to escape, he knew that acting irrationally and hysterical would just get him sedated and one couldn't escape if they were sedated. He poked at the number on his arm, it read "093698". Rua poked at it again before looking up at the girl that had sat down across from him. She had one of those loopy, drunken smiles on her face. No doubt she'd been sedated. He shook his head and glanced over to the empty seat next to him, as if exchanging a glance with someone who wasn't even there. "What do you think, Noa?" The words were whispered, to someone he knew wasn't really there, though for someone not really there, his questions were usually answered. Even if it was just his imagination, or perhaps just a slight insanity that had taken root in him long ago. Rua smirked and even nodded slightly in his private conversation, as if his question really had been answered, to him it had. He picked up his fork and began to poke at his food. He ate a bit here and there, but for the most part he didn't trust it to not be drugged. |
Knock out medicine wore off Caleb sooner than others, due to his size, so they had to deal with raging man that pulled at straps and even snapped one or two, right hand therefor toppling over tray with some instruments. But moments later, he got injected with more medicine and slipped into blackness nearly instantly, curse slipping from his lips cut in half. He would have permanent reminder of this event, however, the line of 7 in his ID of 270199 extending much further down in jagged line, due to his thrashing around.
Corynn, however, went through all of this much more peacefully, the one time she woke she couldn't resist, even if she wanted to, fear having paralyzed her and before she fell unconscious, single tear rolled down her cheek in a helpless anger, towards herself. She had... she had pulled them into this. With same sense of guilt, she woke up. And although they had cleaned her memory, part of her mind had resisted the procedure and she vaguely recalled events that had happened after she entered mansion. Mere snippets - pills, nonchalant faces, tablet and pen, Caleb's fist on red haired man's jaw, darkness -, but they were enough to piece something together. And what a horrible picture it was. Her head was painful and heavy, but she gingerly tried to sit up. Light hurt her eyes, it was far too bright, really. She wasn't bound down, like on that table and she looked down at her wrist. 030288. 03 referred to her birthday, perhaps, but rest she couldn't make out. It was rather fresh, so too much time could not have passed. There was constant murmuring in back of her mind, many voices, man and woman, in different volumes, speaking. But she couldn't make out what they were saying. It was aggrivating. At this point, she heard voices outside and swung her feet over bed's side. If it had been just any voices, she probably wouldn't have, but that most definitely was Caleb's and his rage voice. Fear gripped her stomach as she shakily hurried out of her room, right to see Smith holding her brother down. The moment he saw her, he calmed for split second, long enough for someone from med personnel sedate him, and then he had no more energy or will to struggle onward. "Corynn..." Smith let him go and he slumped down to his knees. Young woman rushed to his side and hugged her brother. She was barely holding back tears, but as Smith and one of the white wearing men approached, she hissed at them: "Don't worry, I won't resist, just let me stay with him." They retreated, some of the voices had grown louder now, she could make out something like "must watch interactions" and "look for result signs", but it made no sense and it was hard... Painful. As if there was no space for her own thoughts in her head. Corynn helped Caleb up, it was so horrible to see him so complying, weak. "If they hurt you," he growled, though. His memory wipe had worked nearly as intended, but the idea of of his sister in danger was enough to set him on berserker fit that they had witnessed not long ago. "It is good you are willing to cooperate, Miss Moore. It will do you and your brother good. Now, follow me. It is time you ate and met your new family," Smith spoke and Corynn gritted her teeth, but complied, leading Caleb along. "My new family?" she asked and received same information Nixie had, only instead of family members, their friends were informed instead. "You... have kidnapped us?" she tried to breath evenly, murmurs around her getting louder. Caleb's hand on her shoulder clenched and Smith rubbed hand over his throat uneasily, as if he had felt something there. "It is for greater good, you see," he explained. "Is there any good that outweighs kidnapping people, destroying their lives!? Corynn exclaimed. "You will understand soon enough. The more you cooperate, the easier adapting to your new life it will be. Try to have Mr Moore understand that." It was hard not to continue arguing, but her mind wheels were hurriedly turning. It was better to cooperate and keep clear head than live in a fog. That cursed murmuring was bad enough, always present, growing louder and quieter, like waves crashing against coast. Only this coast was her own thoughts that they slowly ate into. At dinner table, she sat down and quietly ate, sometimes nudging Caleb to distract him from thoughts of stabbing someone with fork. Just for giggles, you know, and to see if all this crap was real. If the person bled or he got shot, it was and maybe his swimming thoughts would anchor down... Wait, how did she know that? He had not said anything, wasn't even toying with food in violent way. But Corynn knew, clear as day. Nervously she swallowed and focused on food. But it didn't help. Blonde guy across was talking in his mind, voice barely leaving his lips, with someone... someone. Who she couldn't gather, but his voice rang clearly in her thoughts. And then another one was brought, clearly sedated, and seated next to Corynn. "Heh, they got you all, too, didn't they..." Caleb said, not directing it to anyone in particular. Could as well have meant it to meat on his plate. Was there a way to warn these people, try to explain them that they had better chances at surviving and escaping with clear head? Maybe someone was recording each their word. Corynn looked around. Yes, they were definitely watched. But how closely? |
"Argh! This sucks!" The dark haired girl paced back and forth in the small room she had woken in. All she remembered was getting off the plane and getting into a car with that Smith guy. She looked at her arm, the numbers 069814 etched on her arm. That wasn't the only thing on her arm. Her psoriasis was all over her hands, some extending to her arm. She rubbed it, and slumped on the bed. Eventually, a knock disrupted her thoughts.
When she came to the door, the guy, Smith, stood there. "You're late for dinner." he said in his monotone voice. Elaine gave a loud and very exaggerated sigh. "I'm gonna guess that it's not optional." she said more of a statement than a question. With no response, she followed Smith to the dining hall. She pestered him with questions, which he wouldn't answer. After getting her food, she plopped down next to a blonde guy who was talking to himself. "Sorry I sat on your imaginary friend." she said an she leaned back on the chair. ""Could today get any worse?" She glanced around at the people sitting beside her. There was the drugged (or drunk?) girl who was zoned out. There was the blonde crazy guy, then two others who seemed normal enough, considering the circumstances. The guy looked angry though, although Ellie could understand that. "I dunno about you, but I can't remember a thing. Anyone else have better luck than me?" In her mind, there wasn't any help in being a social recluse. Who knows how long they would be here, might as well get along. |
Another arrival. This girl seemed to still have clear head, although slightly rude, but then again, there really was no other free space than the one beside blonde man. Corynn nodded greeting to her, Caleb only glared. Somehow, even drugs couldn't diminish his wish to punch someone, to vent. Maybe the dose wasn't strong enough? But if so, Corynn was grateful they didn't pump him fuller. Her attention went back to the newcomer again. Would she speak, if she considered that there was no point being anti-social? Ah, and she did.
"We were drugged and signed some papers, I am guessing for agreeing to all this crap. Well, I did, but my brother didn't. And passed out. Then, operation table, tattoo. Don't know anything else. But that's kind of enough, with that kindly shared bit about us being prisoners of science and declared dead outside these walls..." she replied, brushing strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm going to make a meatloaf out of them, the most disgusting meatloaf world has ever seen," Caleb grit his teeth and Corynn placed hand on his wrist, expression worried. "The more you resist, the more medicine they will pump in. We better play along, for now... she spoke quietly, hoping to get through to him. And as always, she did. His expression softened slightly and he focused on food, now completely disinterested in anything around him, unless his sister spoke up. Corynn was both worried and relieved by that, seeing him finally succumb to medicine somewhat, and looked up to the pair across of them. What did they think about the whole situation? Somehow, it felt as if the voices in her head got louder if she was looking at someone... |
Nixie's smile didn't fade quite yet, no. The guy across from her was talking to the chair he sat next to. It was funny, too. She didn't laugh though, and while smiling lightly, she could hardly be mistaken as a drunk, considering she was only very relaxed, not falling over or slurring or acting a fool.
She looked past the girl next to her at the guy who was angrily talking to his steak. What was it with the people here talking to things? Maybe that was one of the reasons they were all there. They either had severe anxiety, or they talked to "the voices". That thought finally let Nixie's smile fade. There probably was no rhyme or reason to the way these people had picked out their test subjects. She sighed. The people here all had real issues, and now they were about to be given a lot more. She stared at her food, trying to process it all finally. Her dark bangs had fallen over her right eye again, and light grey blue eyes peered through them at the girl who'd just arrived, apologizing to the guy beside her for sitting on his imaginary friend. Nixie figured that an imaginary friend could explain the guy's problem, rather than a guy who talked to chairs or something. It seemed that Nixie was getting a hold on herself, though still very relaxed. It did feel better than being thrown into a panic attack over severe anxiety. That's how she'd felt right before they'd drugged her, right before she... Wait... She'd knocked down Smith, with her hands. And she hadn't even touched him. Grey blue eyes scanned the table. Everyone seemed normal to her. Did they have some strange power, too? Is that why they were all here? Were they being given super powers? Was that what they meant by "the greater good"? Maybe they were turning them all into superheros! Well why didn't they just say so?? People would line up to become superheros! But, there had to be something more to it than that. This place had an air of, of... evil. There was something very wrong here, and what they were doing wasn't okay. What were their plans for the 'test subjects' here? The girl beside her was only confirming her fears. Even through the sedatives, Nixie's heart rate started to pick up. Her breathing was starting to quicken, though the attack was coming on much slower than usual. The walls were closing in again. Everyone was being so loud. She had to control herself, she didn't want to be sedated again. But she couldn't control it. She'd never been able to, that was the problem. She clutched the edge of the table. "I have to get out of here," she whispered. |
Rua gave the girl that sat next to him an annoyed glance and a shrug. "Ghosts are not imaginary." That was the only response she would get from him on that subject, but he did turn slightly, to look over his right shoulder. As if looking at someone that was now standing there, very close to him and his chair. He didn't say anything though he almost looked as if he might, his attention turned to the others around him. Glancing them over, then looking at the sedated girl across from him again.
He shoved his plate away, he'd had enough of this food, which was hardly any at all. His attention going to the brother and sister, the boy looked angry. Almost volatile, it was smoldering in his eyes, barely contained. Then it was more contained when the sister spoke to him. He might be fun to talk to later. Rua shrugged, glancing over his right shoulder again, and remaining silent. There wasn't really anything he could add to the conversation going on around him, and there was nothing for him to really say to his 'imaginary friend' at the moment. Though Rua did want to go outside, get some fresh air, it felt a bit stifling in here. |
Her throat was closing in, even with the sedatives. It would have been much worse without them. Nixie had been known to have such severe panic attacks, that she blacked out. She pushed away from the table and stood.
She looked around at everyone. Why was everyone just sitting around? Couldn't all of them together find a way out or something? She recalled the guards in the halls with guns. Maybe not. Still, she couldn't just sit here eating dinner like nothing was wrong. She glanced at the male two seats down from her. He actually seemed pretty upset, too. Maybe if she tried to make a break for it, he'd help? For now she just needed air. Lots of air before she really did black out. Nixie fled the room, and hurried down the hall. Instead of taking a right out the front door, she took a left through the living area. There was a pool table there, a large tv, too, and other things. She passed them all by, pushing through French doors out onto a large patio made of marble. She took deep breaths of the fresh air, and continued forward, down the stairs and into the grass, bare feet welcoming the plushness of it. She looked over her shoulder, and no one seemed to be following. Perhaps they'd told them they couldn't leave, in hopes that they just wouldn't try? What was on the other side of the forest? A city? A road? An ocean? Well she'd swim then. Nixie crossed the lawn hesitantly. But what if there were alarms? Or guard dogs. She was terrified of that thought. Being torn to bits by dogs. That sounded horrible. Still, Nixie moved forward. If she didn't run, it wouldn't look like she was doing anything more than taking a walk, right? She didn't get to go too far. She'd made it 300 yards or so when she ran into something. Nixie stumbled backwards, rubbing her forehead. "Ow," she whispered almost angrily, though still rather sedated. Grey blue eyes looked for the thing she'd run into, but she saw nothing. How? Nixie reached out hesitantly, until her fingertips touched something. It glowed a blue orange color, wherever her fingers touched. It was some kind of force field, or something. Impossible. Things like that only happened in movies. But then again, so did knocking someone down with, nothing. She placed both hands on it now, and pushed. But that had been a bad idea. When Nixie applied force to the wall, the wall forced back, shooting her backwards by five or ten feet where she landed on her back in the grass. Well, that hurt. Nixie sat up and looked, at nothing, though at the barrier keeping them all inside. She sighed, and pulled her knees to her chest. Her breathing was under control again, and the sedative was still working. She rested her chin on her knees and stared out into the world she'd no longer know. It was hard for Nixie. She loved being outdoors in the world, and now, sitting here in front of the force field, watching it go by, was the best she was going to get. She pulled her chin in until her forehead was rested on her knees, covering her face and the tears threatening to spill. This was just a bad dream. Just a bad dream... |
Between talking, Corynn tried to eat some food, but each bite took so long to chew and caught in her throat. It didn't taste bad, in fact better than most things she and Caleb had had to eat for a long time, but she just didn't feel like she could get any more of this down and eventually gave up. Her brother, however, continued to eat monotonously. Then again, she always teased him about his ability to eat large amount of food under nearly any circumstances and said it was because he burned so much energy seething.
Blonde man mentioned something about ghosts and her gaze stopped at him momentarily. She didn't deem him crazy for some reason, her expression thoughtful, but then her attention was brought to girl besides her. She wanted... needed to get out. Well, didn't they all. Moments later, Nixie had sprung to her feet. "Wait, they have weapons, they could shoot--" Corynn spoke hurriedly, hoping to stop the other, but she had already left dining hall. She froze, looking at doors and waiting for sound of gunfire. Her heart rate was up and throat dry, but when there was no noise of struggle or shots, a ghost of hope spread through woman's mind. Could there actually be a way for them to escape? Or at least explore for a weak spot without being beaten up or sedated? That was something she couldn't miss out on. Corynn sprung to her feet and rushed towards door. "Come on, Caleb!" she impatiently called out to her brother, who was still chewing last bite. "Huh? What? Wait!" he looked at her dazedly and then jumped to his feet, toppling his chair over backwards and hurried after shorter woman. Much like the Nixie, neither of them paid too much attention to surroundings, one trying to catch up with her and the other trying to grasp what the heck was going on. As they exited mansion, Corynn was telling herself not to get too excited, but that was hard to avoid. No one had stopped them at all, they hadn't even seen any guards, wretched doctors or Smith. She had ran down the flight of stairs that led to garden, when her eyes got fixed on the other woman's form. And how it flew backwards after she had attempted to push air. Well, not air. There was something obviously in front of them. When Nixie pulled herself up to sitting position, Moore girl had finally caught up with her. Corynn knelt down next to her, "hey, are you alright? Did you get hurt?" Her hand tentatively landed on Nixie's shoulder in comforting gesture. When touch was initiated by her and didn't get out of control, she could deal with it somewhat. Meanwhile, fresh air had helped Caleb get rid of last fog on his mind. It might as well been due to his sister not paying attention anymore to him and her calming influence fading. Either way, he was returning to his old ways. And they were rather simple. "Let's see if it can withstand good old punch!" he spat and swung at forcefield. Air around his fist seemed to buzz for a second and then, with equal force he had applied - which was a lot - he was thrown back. Man tumbled through air, but managed to land on all four, not sprawled on grass. "What the f***!?" he growled, getting up. "Caleb!" Corynn exclaimed worriedly. "It's no use. You will only get hurt. They must be powering it from somewhere... I... They said someplace was off limits. Either basement or attic. I can't remember. The generators are probably there," she said, when he stopped beside her, towering above. "Then I'll tear down this f***ing house down with my hands if needed. No one's gonna keep you and me somewhere like this!" "It's not like we're only victims here," she spoke reasonably, but Caleb wasn't one to go out of his way to help someone if they hadn't proven being worthy of it. No one would do it for them either, why did he have to be the one trying to earn angel wings or whatever? |
One. Two. Three. Four. Fie. Six. Seven. One after another, the beeps registered within his mind, which for a time had seen nothing but black. That had not really been unusual, for someone who delt within darkness and the shadows. However, it was a bit...different then that. The effects of something more was wearing off his body, and for the few moments the tall male sat there thinking back to how it had come to this. He had been home, his appartment. A letter had come, and he had read over it. Honestly, he had not thought about it much, but now all of that seemed like a dream. No point in dwelling on it. Opening his eyes finally, the stark white lights of a room caught his attention first. There was a monitor hooked up to him, keeping track of his heart while he had been under. That was the cause of the beeping. A nurse stepped over, seeing him wake. He said nothing, as she began unhooking him from an IV and the monitor. Seems he would be allowed to get up for now, to see what the hell this place was. He slowly sat up, arching his back a bit to streatch it. He reached up, to rub the back of his neck with a slight groan. He was a bit stiff right now. How long had he been out? He ran a hand through his hair, as something in the back of his mind screamed that something was not right. He took a breath, glancing around a bit. The nurse who had unhooked the machine comes over and gives a bit of a smile, "hungry?" she asked simply, before nodding to a set of clothes at the end of the bed. "Change and I will take you to eat" she walked out. He stood, sighing slightly. He slipped off the generic blue hospital shirt he had on, though he did not remember ever placing it on. He lifted a gray t-shirt from the end of the bed, more simple then he usually would have been seen in. It was now that he noticed the number on his arm. He raised an eyebrow, lifting it to read off the numbers located there. 035626. What the hell did that mean? He ran a finger along it, sighing a bit again. He pulled on the shirt, then tugged on the pants that were there as well. They oddly fit, when he was a taller and well built guy. He wondered how they had known his sizes. He shrugged, slipping on black shoes that sat by the edge of the bed. The nurse returned, giving him a nod as she turns to walk down the hall. He follows, though his guard remained up. He still felt a little sleepy, but for now he ignored it as he followed this woman. It seemed kind of like a mansion, though not as well. He said nothing as he was led down a flight of steps. She opened the door to a dining room, motioning him inside. He looked within, the table set, but there was no one inside, he looked back to finally say something to the woman, but...she was gone....He sighed, looking at the dining room again. He could feel there had previously been people inside of here, and upon closer inspection, it did seem as if there was someone still inside. A male, sitting alone at the table. He raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning against the doorframe. He said nothing for now, as he crossed his arms over his chest. He would allow this other to speak first. |
Nixie's head snapped up to look for the female voice. The second the girl's hand touched Nixie's shoulder, it was like someone had turned on a television; a talk show or something. Nixie frowned at Corynn in question, eyes slightly widened in wonder. Little did she know, that in the few moments Corynn had her hand on Nixie's bare shoulder, Corynn's mind would be silent.
Almost immediately, Nixie shrugged away from the touch. Not because she was anything like Corynn in the relationships department, but because she was afraid to appear too weak here. The voices stopped the moment Corynn's hand was off of her. "I'm okay," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "It was just, shocking..." No pun intended. "Thanks," she added. "I'm Nixie. Roth." She extended her left hand for a shake, catching the tattoo out of the corner of her eye. "Or, 094386. You know, whatever's easier." It would seem that Nixie had some kind of sense of humor, with her puns and sarcasm. Though it wasn't something she credited herself with. It was actually a natural and nervous reaction to situations that made Nixie uncomfortable. Before she could extend her arm fully, Caleb swung at the force field. Nixie gasped and retracted her offered hand to cover her mouth. The boy was fine though, landing almost like a cat. Wow. Nixie wouldn't have landed like that in a hundred years. Obviously. She was sure there were probably grass stains on her ass right about now. The girl was concerned for him, and they began exchanging words. Nixie looked between them both. They knew each other, well. Were they siblings? They did look similar. Maybe. Their personalities were opposite though. The girl was nice and welcoming, but the boy was kind of, what was the word? "Hostile..." Nixie mumbled, not realizing she'd spoken aloud. But she was gathering that he really cared for this girl. It made her heart ache in a way, for the feeling of being in this place with someone who knew you were here, and who cared for you. Her parents were going to think she was dead by tomorrow, and then she'd be, alone. It wouldn't be a new feeling really. No. Nixie wouldn't let herself think like that. There was a way out of here. There had to be. This guy was all about leaving, maybe they could figure something out. Then Nixie thought of something. She looked down at her hands, palms up and open. "Can you two, you know, do magic things?" Well, that hadn't worded like she'd meant. "I mean," explain yourself without looking like an idiot, or a lunatic, "earlier, I kind of, knocked, Smith down. With my hands." She watched them both, they weren't catching her drift. Probably because what she said, made sense, and was no big deal. "Well I mean, not with my hands exactly." Maybe she could show them. She put a hand up, palm facing... Caleb. Yeah, he seemed sturdy. Nixie didn't want to hurt anyone, but she of course assumed him tougher than your average female, especially with all that, what had she called it? Hostility. Nothing happened. She pulled her hand back and shoved it at him again. Nothing. She brought it to herself and studied it. Had she imagined it before? She looked at Corynn and Caleb. Ah, another rotten first impression. Great. They probably thought she was a nut. She sighed. "I swear it worked earlier," she mumbled, giving her hand a little shake, like a toddler might to a broken toy. Her hair had fallen over her right eye again, and she wished it would cover her whole face. She was always awkward, and stupid in social situations. Why couldn't her hair just swallow her up right now!? This pair had seen her thrown to the ground with grass stains on her ass and twigs in her hair, and now were watching her flailing around like she was a magician. They'd avoid her for the rest of, forever, now. |
Now that voices were gone from her head, her thoughts spun much easier and she felt lighter. As if someone had finally given back air to her. It was strange that they had disappeared right as she had touched this woman, though, but maybe it was just a coincidence with medicine finally going out. Corynn didn't want to give voices more meaning than drug side effect, it just would be too weird otherwise. She must have guessed other things right, that was all.
"You are a person! I am not going to call you by some number crazies put on you," Corynn protested at Nixie's bitter joke and was about to introduce herself, standing up with her, when Caleb decided to pull one of his typical moves. For a short moment, her whole attention was on him, but then she looked back to third person. "Sorry about that, my name is Corynn Moore, this is my brother Caleb Moore," she extended hand for greeting. Hopefully, Nixie accepted. "It is nice to meet you... Well, as much it can be, given the circumstances." "Nixie Nine, huh," Caleb murmured, arms crossed across his chest. Somehow, Nixie could understand that he pulled nine out of her ID number from that masculine voice in back of her mind. Apparently, he had been paying attention. "I'm not here to make friends, but to get the hell out. If you don't like being guinea pig and can do more than look pretty, I won't reject extra hand pair in making it happen," man spoke bluntly, sizing her up with his gaze. Corynn brushed hair out of her face, giving apologetic smile to the other woman that kind of froze there when she spoke of magical abilities. It wasn't that she deemed Nixie crazy, but her thoughts went wild with guesses and assumptions. That and Caleb's "magic? I'll have knocked out any magician before he can say abracadabra" thought was probably the last thing that Nixie caught, before her mind went silent and Corynn's filled with noise once more. Caleb quirked an eyebrow and he smirked slightly in approval, making dimple in his cheek appear. "You pushed that red dog down? Well, I'll take your word for it, good job. Although I don't believe any magic crap, might have been pure luck." She might be a little weird, but then again, probably they all were on some level. They had been invited to solve their issues, hadn't they? In any case, if she knew how to fight or take by surprise, Nine could come of use. Meanwhile, Corynn was rubbing her temples, eyes squeezed shut. "I..." she began and then suddenly looked at Nixie in a startled manner. "Think of something. Completely random. Which I couldn't possibly guess. Please," she pleaded, embarrassed but determined. Either she was going crazy, or there was a explanation, even if a creepy one. Caleb frowned and looked from one woman to another, waiting to see how this developed further and ready to step in the moment he felt his sister was threatened. |
Rua blinked as the others rushed out of the room. He didn't follow them, he wasn't in the mood to play 'follow the leader'. Besides, he didn't want to provoke the armed guards into shooting him, Rua was rather content to just sit there, pondering that the others hadn't been shot or brought back in yet. Somehow he doubted they had escaped, it would have been far to easy. He glanced to one of the seats next to him and nodded slightly, whispering something to himself and nodding again with a slight smirk. There really wasn't a ghost there, it was really all in Rua's head but that didn't matter. There were footsteps and Rua looked up at the doorway.
Another victim it would seem. Rua ran a hand through his hair. "The food's not too bad, but it's probably laced with something. Might be best not to eat to much of it until we're sure it's really safe." He poked at his own, slightly pushed away plate when he spoke those words, he had eaten very little of it. Then Rua shrugged, glancing at that empty chair again and shaking his head slightly. "Shut up, Noa." The words were said quietly but a bit firmly. Those eyes rolled slightly and he glanced up at the male that had just entered. "My dead brother thinks you're cute." Rua almost sounded jealous when he spoke those words. He did look mildly annoyed. How dare Noa think such a thing about another person! Those arms crossed across his chest and he pouted slightly. |
The male began to talk, his eyes moing to him. He seemed to be talking to the empty chair next to him. He raised an eyebrow lightly, watching the other as he spoke once more about his dead brother thinking he was cute. A light smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He stepped over to the table, picking up an apple from the bowl of fruit upon the table. "That's quite kind of your brother" he says, lifting the apple to his lips. He takes a bite out of the fruit. It wasn't bad, the apple was still firm and quite fresh. That at least he was thankful for. He used his foot to tug out a chair from the table before him. He sat, crossing his legs as he took a second bite of the fruit in his hand. His eyes once more slid oer to the other man, as he observed him for a moment. "Do you and this brother of yours have a name?" he asks, a light smile playing upon his lips. |
Stupid hands. No, stupid, brain. No, stupid fake study letter. Nixie was feeling a little angry with herself for a number of reasons. It wasn't until someone called her pretty, that she peered up through her bangs in shock. She turned to look behind her. Had someone else come up? No. Well he certainly wasn't talking to Nixie. Though, he was looking right at her. She glanced over her shoulder again. Yep, definitely looking at Nixie.
Her cheeks turned bright red. "Y-yeah, sure, I mean yes, I can't do that. I mean I can do that." She'd accidentally mixed the words 'can' and 'want' and said 'can't'. Idiot. If she could get past the bad first impressions thing, and get a little self confidence, her new hands really could come in handy. Boom. She was on a roll. Suddenly Caleb and Corynn's voices were louder than before. She realized the voices she'd been hearing had gone. Was she really going crazy here? Just what she needed on top of all of her other problems, to be clinically crazy. Nixie looked to Corynn, pushing her bangs aside haphazardly. Think something? Hmm. People were always thinking things, but once put on the spot, it was hard to actually think about anything but thinking of something to think about. She looked around for ideas of things to think about. She wondered what Corynn was up to. She looked at Caleb, he looked ready for a fight. Somehow Nixie assumed this was how he always looked. It was kind of, attractive. She was supposed to be thinking of something for Corynn, who was rubbing her temples with her eyes closed. Oh, don't say she's a mind reader. Not after that thing Nixie thought about her brother. There was a point in time that Nixie wouldn't have assumed something like that, about powers. But after all the weird happenings around here, it wouldn't surprise her. What could she think now? Please don't really be a mind reader.... The last thing Nixie needed was anyone inside her head seeing just how huge of a reject she really was. Even though all of these thoughts had passed through her mind, Nixie hoped that this one was the only one Corynn would somehow hear, if of course that's what was going on here. My name is Nixie Shae Roth. I'm 19 years old. I live, lived, in Cluremond, XI. I once went camping with my dad when I was nine years old and he added too much lighter fluid before starting the fire and singed off my eyebrows. |
Caleb figured that either Nine was beyond being stressed or she had some serious self-esteem issues or something. Not that he was psychologist or anything, but Corynn had gotten into that stuff for a while after some things and, well, over the years, some information rubbed off on him. Especially since he read some of those books now and then. Most of it sounded totally fake and made up, but others were quite useful, like finding the reasons for certain human actions and reactions.
Maybe it was both. Geez, the girl could blush, that's for sure. But the way Corynn was acting mattered more, she looked seriously bothered. And she indeed was. She tried to filter out noise in her mind, all those voices, and pick out the ones that were louder, clearer. Honestly, one was kind of obnoxiously loud and awfully familiar. "Caleb, stop muttering nonsense," she complained, not even realizing that he hadn't opened his mouth ever since that strange praise aimed at Nixie. "I'm not sayi-" man protested, but then quieted up not to disturb whatever the heck she was doing. And then she had found the other woman's voice, finally. It got drowned out, or maybe phased out, few times, but she caught something about Caleb, but that sounded kind of strange so she dismissed it, and... Guesses, quite correct ones, about why she had asked Nixie to do this. And after a small pause, some rather personal information. Age and a funny event. Corynn looked at the other with sort of amused expression. "Well, risking to sound crazy, I will say, at least it was only eyebrows?" Caleb was piecing things together on his own, too, and just gave an exasperated sigh. "Women! Don't tell me you can go 'round doing magic, too. Is there some kind of collective hallucination bug going around? If we would get powers, why can't I throw fireballs or something?" he snorted. "Because not even someone insane would trust you with more power to blow up things?" Corynn shrugged, annoyed. She felt crazy and weird enough discussing this, without her brother's disapproval. "Point taken, but you get what I meant," he looked around for some pebble or stone to toss at the invisible dome's wall, but as the lawn was impeccable, there wasn't even that. "I'm not doing any super-human stuff, nor can I hear thoughts and whatnot." In truth, if this magic power thing turned out to be true, he was going to be bitter if he had gotten nothing. |
Darkness. Quiet. Slowly, slowly she woke, focusing on each of her senses as her mind rose from slumber. She let the memories come, memories of a red haired man who bothered her. Why? She hadn't been able to get a read on him. Most people's emotions just flowed through her, but this man...Smith, she remembered, hadn't seemed to have any emotions at all. She had gotten to a gigantic mansion and had been given pills. She remembered sheepishly asking for water, since she couldn't take pills dry. Signing a tablet, and dizziness...a surgery table? Somehow she thought she wasn't supposed to remember that part.
Finally sitting up, Gemini Starr opened her eyes and realized with a sinking feeling that she had been tricked. Taking in her appearance, she noted that she had been changed into a gray shirt and legging shorts. She shivered at the thought that someone had touched her, and further, the thought that they put her in revealing clothes. Her skin was showing! Shrugging it off, she stood up and headed out of her room. She was met almost instantly with Smith, who proceeded to explain that outside these walls she was dead, that she would live in the mansion from now on, that it was all for the greater good. Gemini didn't bother getting upset. Judging by the armed guards along the walls, it wouldn't get her far. Instead, she followed Smith into the dining room, where two men were seated. She brought her arms up to hug herself, and that's when she saw it: a tattoo on her left wrist. 717375. What did that mean? She shivered again and went to sit down. The two men were talking, one of them was saying something about a dead brother. What the hell? Taking a cursory check around her, she found that she could feel slight jealousy from the blonde, curiosity from the black haired man, and very mixed emotions from others around that she couldn't see. So there were other victims, it seemed. "Hello. How's the food?" She spoke her first words since signing that tablet, and her voice was a bit raspy from disuse. Her Irish accent lent a lilting, musical quality to her words. She often tried to block out the emotions of men upon first hearing her voice. It was...disturbing, to say the least. |
Rua's nose wrinkled slightly in disdain, and his eyes flickered to where the 'ghost' was for a moment before that gaze returned to the other living male in the room. "My brother's an idiot, but he does have good taste in men. You are cute." Rua licked his lips slightly, before glancing to see if the girl that had sat next to him was still there. It seemed she was, but she was being extremely quiet. Ah well, it was none of his business. That attention returned to the other male. "My name is Rua, my brother is Noa. You can just ignore my brother, he only talks to me anyway." Then there was a girl entering the room and Rua looked towards her.
"The food's good, but I wouldn't eat much of it. There might be something in it." The words were spoken with a shrug, and a slight nod towards his own plate of barely touched food, as if to further convince her that at least he didn't trust the food. She had an accent when she spoke, Rua noticed it of course, and though he admired different accents, it wasn't really anything for him to think to hard about. "I like your accent." Then those eyes were focusing on the other male, watching him almost intently. This one didn't seem as hostile as the other one, the one with the sister, it would probably take a lot to provoke him into a fit of violence. Though he probably shouldn't be thinking about that right now, there were more serious issues at hand here than his addiction to pain. |
She'd thought she wouldn't be surprised, but when Corynn confirmed that she was in fact a mind reader, by her commentary on Nixie's camping trip, Nixie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Well, my hair was a little singed and I had to get a bob," she replied. "But the eyebrows were the worst part." She grimaced.
Caleb was jealous, making a hallucination bug excuse. So he hadn't noticed anything different about himself? Nixie had begun assuming that this study was much more than watching a group of people for various reasons. She had a feeling that Caleb would start noticing differences in himself soon, very soon. And Corynn was a mind reader then. That was, kind of... awesome! Nixie wished she could do that. But wait. She had done that. When Corynn touched her, she was sure of it. All those voices that Nixie had thought sounded something like a talk show, or a busy cafeteria or something. She'd been in her own thoughts during the siblings' exchange, and waited her turn to speak. Low self esteem and little confidence kept Nixie from ever being one to interrupt or butt-in. "Corynn," she said after Caleb's pout, "I think you can transfer that, too, to other people," she said. "When you touched me a moment ago, I could hear them, too. The others' thoughts." "I can't hear them now though," she added as an afterthought. "Maybe you could touch Caleb, and let him hear," before he cries about not having a power, she added jokingly in her mind, unsure if Corynn would catch it without knowing Nixie was still talking to her. She glanced at the brother. "Caleb, maybe you could try to just, calm down, and focus..." Nixie looked at her bare toes after that. She couldn't imagine Caleb being someone who liked being told what to do, or even given suggestions. Much less told to calm down. "Or something," she added quietly. She peered up through her bangs. "I think you'll have a power, too," she tried to clarify. Nixie looked to Corynn, "I think that's what this... study... is about. We've all been given some kind of, power." She looked to be in thought now. "But why?" And why were they branded? And why couldn't they see the outside world or contact their families? Nixie looked back towards LTB. The sun was setting, and while she typically found those to be beautiful, this one scared her. Sunset meant it would soon be dark. And darkness, and LTB felt a little too hand-in-hand. She didn't want to go back in there. The thought of it made her heart rate pick up. Calm down, Nix, she told herself, knowing that if she let it, panic would take her. That was never a good thing for Nixie. Panic attacks meant blacking out, and blacking out meant looking more like a weak little weirdo and, at LTB, who knew what. All the while, energy was building up in her clenched fists once again. |
Corynn's eyebrows raised when Nixie said she had heard voices, too. "That's right, everything went quiet for a short while..." she thought back to that moment after she had touched the other woman and with a sigh she added: "I miss that. This is... tiring." Getting painful, too. Maybe there was a way to turn it off, somehow? Like television? She wasn't sure how she felt about being able to get in thoughts of people around her. Sure, it would give some security, and there would be no more pondering "what does that person think about me?", but she really want to know everyone's thoughts about everything?
And did it work other way around? Could she say something in someone's mind? At this point, she heard internal commentary and chuckled. "I swear, if you two are making fun of me...!" Caleb frowned with deep disapproval. As much as he didn't want to believe any of this power-crap, the slight chance it was real - since both girls had picked up on some theme never said out loud rather easily -, bothered him. Corynn looked at him with slight grin, she knew that he wouldn't touch a hair on her head in his right mind, nor would let anyone else do it. Even now, she could hear his bitter thoughts of not protecting her well enough when they had arrived here. But right now, there were more important thread to pull at. "We touched before, I don't think my powers got transferred to him. Maybe it happened because of you," she told Nixie while Caleb waved her suggestion off. "I am not going to start meditating or something now," he stated firmly, again crossing arms across chest and turning head towards mansion to stare at it with intensity that should have made the whole building crumble down. And in truth, while he seethed, one of the windows on third floor simply shattered. Corynn looked that way startled and Caleb angrily gestured towards it: "See? It's a house built of cards! We can just topple it over." "It's not that simple. Nixie, I think you are right, they probably bought us here for these experiments. It must be dangerous for us, they must want to keep us for themselves. Maybe... they will pit all of experiment objects against each other?" While saying 'experiment object' her voice hitched slightly, it was hard to accept the bitter truth that they were exactly that. Caleb stared at her worriedly. "I guess they want to shoot new X-men movie with actors that actually had powers, huh?" He tried to light the mood with one of his weird jokes. Both women seemed to get more and more downcast with every passing moment. "That is the most ridiculous explanation anyone could come up with," Corynn replied after a short laugh. He huffed, but not with real anger. "I guess now we have to figure what to do. I would say... try to play along for a while." When Caleb vigorously shook head, she explained her plan: "That way, they might let us explore the building more and we can find out where they keep power generators for force field. And have time to organize a full-on assault and escape plan, utilizing whatever powers we all have been given... Assuming other people here have them and want to get out too." "What do you both think?" she inquired, looking from her brother to Nixie in the dimming light. Somehow, Corynn felt like she could trust Nixie on some level, work together with her. She was rather sensible, although had quite a bit of temperament, but Corynn was used to that from living with her brother. Having an ally could prove to be very important in this place and more than that, the thought of having a kind of friend was somehow soothing. "If they don't, they can rot here till the end of time, for all I care!" Caleb exclaimed, glaring at the setting sun as if it was at fault for all of the misfortunes the Moore siblings had had to endure in past few days. Both of them desperately did not want to return to LTB building either, but Caleb would follow Corynn and she didn't really know what else to do. Maybe Nixie would have some good idea? She looked scared going back inside and angry that they had to, quite like Corynn... "Do you think the force field might have a crack somewhere in the forest behind building? And if they're eavesdropping on our conversations?" he pondered out loud, trying to delay the return. |
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