~::Broken Reality::~

This RP is a long-term one, and is in the genre of futuristic horror with a hint of some fantasy aspects.

~:Story:~

The year is 2563. Humans have been blissfully unaware of the world around them, as they always have been. They continue with their small, meaningless lives, thinking they are making such a huge difference to the world, and that they are untouchable. Humans have always believed themselves to be the top, the strongest link, the last evolution. That all changed about 20 years prior.

There is a Company that believes the next stage has been reached. The Heibre Company, run by one Macormack Heibre has made a new, very dangerous discovery, one that has been living along side humans, thinking of themselves as only slightly different. Of course, these 'discoveries' are hard to find, but now, a selection of teenagers and children have been rounded up from all over the world, even the deepest forests of South America and the most barren deserts of Northern Africa. Children with undefinable powers.

Although they have no what the Company would call 'magical' powers, some hold immense strength, others agility even more amazing then that of the Leopard. Some are so quick it is hard to spot them whilst others can see clearly into the future. These children are dangerous, and the Heibre Company is doing it's best to cover up these new 'super-humans'. Hence far, they have succeeded, transporting the kids they seize to a location unknown to the world, hidden below ground. Here, deep within the secret life and confines of a small, glass pod, the children are monitored, poked and probed, experimented upon and have varying samples taken for analysis. Not the life a child wishes to be brought up in.

There is one though, who is more dangerous then first believed. The first, the oldest. His powers are undefinable, his calculating stare one that makes the technicians once appointed to his care increasing nervous as their lives begin to fall around their ears. First found aged 6, the boy is now 19, and possibly the most dangerous weapon Heibre had to offer the highest bidder. That is, until his escape.

Once isolated from all others, he used his powers to strike friendships with those close enough to his pod. This lead to a breakout of a selection of children of varying power levels, who disappeared into the catacombs of the underground lair of the Heibre Company. Now, like ghosts, they plot to help the others, and crush Heibre into the dirt.

Join his plot, or wait for your own demise, its your choice. Make sure you choose the right side though...

~:Plot:~

Ok, obviously, this is set in the future, but I don't want any lazer guns or deah rays XD I want this to be as realistic as possible. Just imagine this world as our own, but with some more powerful guns and a lot of scientific equipment.

In this RP, you will play one of the numerous 'Super-Human Children', known as the 'SHC's. Your character needs to be realistic, no control over the elements, or that kind of jobby-job, but I'm sure you are all capable of thinking of powers that don't require big magical ability stuff. I will accept one or two psychics and one or two telekinetics, but no more then that.

If you are going to have a character from a different part of the world from where you live, please look up SUITABLE NAMES!! I don't want any 'Tszuki Hissomata's from Scotland or any 'Billy-Joel Kubby's from Russia. You need to know the kind of names your character is likely to have from their birth-lands or it just won't work, it'll be too complicated. You can use your character's birth-tongues for some of your speech, but make sure you know what it means if anyone asks, or just don't bother.

~:Rules:~

• 01 - Pretty obvious, keep to all the forum rules.
  02 - No chat speak please, thankyou.
  03 - Make your characters believeable!
  04 - Respect the GM and anyone he appoints to help work along side him!
  05 - This RP COULD get nasty in its bloody graphic details, and for that I am making it a 16+ rating. If you are younger then this, but still want to join I am not going to take any responsiblity for your warped little mind but am also not going to stop you joining if you really want to ^_^ You have been warned. I'm not worth sueing anyway. I only have £20 in the bank!
  06 - Please keep any romantic relationships to a suitable level. If your characters have to go further then a bit of kissing, a bit of touching, please take it to your e-mails or IM. Menewsha doesn't tolerate anything above PG-13 in its inboxes, and you could be in trouble if you do.
  07 - PM me if you have any questions about this RP. The title should be 'Broken Reality Query', so I know to answer it quickly.
  08 - No killing of another person's character unless they have given expressed permission and the plotline has been run past me. If t is beneficial, you can do it, if not, no, you won't be allowed.
  09 - Obviously no god-modding, power-playing or any other silly n00b mistake that you could possibly do without permission.
  10 - Have fun ^_^

~::Joining The RP::~

~:Application:~

In order to join this RP, you will need to fill out the following application form and PM it to me under the name of 'Broken Reality Joining'. This will inform me that its an important document that I need to respond to.

Your application will then be processed and placed below in the 'Joined Characters' area. This area will be used as a quick way for people to visualise your character and get to know their character and what to expect from them.

Also, in your 'Brief History' section, specify if you escaped with the First, or whether he came at a later stage to release you, or whether you are still stuck in your pod, awaiting the First to find you.

So to join, here is the form to fill out.

Mene Name: 
Character Info 
Name: 
Age: (Between 10 and 19) 
Ethnicity: 
Homeland: 
Personality: 
Appearance 
Hair - 
Eyes - 
Features - 
Complexion - 
Build - 
Distinguishing Features - All SHC need to have a birthmark the shape of a sun on their body, wherever you choose to place it. This is what caused Heibre to identify them, other then their obvious powers. 
Clothing - 
Power: Obviously no REAL magic like controlling elements or healing or death dealing, but the things I will accept are heightened senses, increased speed or agility, improved strength and brain-power, and a FEW people will be permitted telekenesis and psychic abilities. I shall go through them with you when you submit your application though, if you need help or steering in the right direction. 
Brief History:

~:Joined Characters:~

Originally Posted by Malhyanth's Character

Name: Dylan Bissun
Age: 19
Ethnicity: White/English
Homeland: London, England
Personality: Dylan is dark and calculating. His time spent in the Heibre Company's 'care' has left him more then a little defencive. His dislike of being touched, and his absolute fear of needles and syringes resulted in him being a particularly dangerous subject for his technicians to deal with. He is quiet, hardly talking, almost on the verge of forgetting how to use his voice from his many years in the 'pods', the glass prisons all the 'SHC's are kept in. He is relatively fearful of small spaces or being trapped with no way out because of these 'pods', and when he was still trapped he used to wear himself out after being in the pod de to pounding on the thick sides for hours at a time.

Dylan became a master of escapade, learning early the best way of 'popping the lid' on his glass prison. He plans constantly for the escape of those left behind in his final escape and revenge on Heibre, and this shows clearly in his dark, near back eyes. He knows the technicians fear him. When in the pods, he fought them at every opportunity, and their only option in the end is to sedate him for any experiments they planned to impart on him. He is the first and strongest of the 'SHC', but his quietness and following nature has lead him to regret the fact he will, in the end, have to take on the leader qualities of his soon to become rebel band.
Appearance
Hair - Dylan's hair is a very dark maroon red. Due to his fear of many sharp objects, especially when weilded by the technicians, it is long and scruffy, falling to around his chin, having only just grown out from when the techs had to shave it off for one of their 'experiments'.
Eyes - Dylan's eyes are near black brown. They are dark and calculating, and seem to have an unknown quality to them, as though he can see straight to your soul. They never seem to express emotion, as though the 'gateway to his soul' is barred shut.
Features - Dylan's feaures are distinctly English. He has a strong nose and jawline that seem to give him an uncaring air. His brow is soft though, making him look permentantly boyish in his looks. His face as a whole is pretty slim, though more from the malnutrition of being in the pods. His cheekbones are high, and as a whole, he looks like the sort that in his former life he would have been an aristocrat.
Complexion - Dylan's skin is extremely pale white, almost deathly pale. Due more to the fact he hasn't seen the sun for over 8 years then his English heritage, he looks almost frail with his colouring, though he is far from it.
Build - Dylan is pretty much skin and bone. He has a wirey frame, and the rations he gets are hardly enough to give him a large bulk, but he doesn't look on the verge of death, just a skinny teenager.
Distinguishing Features - Dylan has no piercings or tattoos on his body, though he does have a lone birthmark on the back of his neck, the customary 'sun mark' which marked him different from the others. It is a very pale brown colour, near indistinguishable from his own pale skin.
Clothing - Dylan's clothes consist of a white medical shirt with the number 0001 on it and a pair of blue tinged trousers that cling low on his hips because of his thin build. His feet are bare.
Powers: Dylan's powers are uncharted. He is known to have powers of psychic abilities and has been known to alter the memories of people, though with great exhaustion to himself. He has also been classed with increased agility and speed, though what else he is capable of is unknown. He keeps many of his powers to himself, not giving up his secrets easily.
Brief History: Dylan was the first identified as 'different', aged 6. He was taken from his home in a mystery seizure, his parents having signed him to the Heibre Company but unsure of how they were going to deal with the child. The startling realisation of his new life ws a great shock to the once happy, lively child. The pods and constant needle abuse soon became too much for the child, and at the tender age of 9 had a nervous breakdown that left him almost completey void of emotion. He withdrew all dangerous emotion but anger and hatred. Pain was more difficult, an errant emotion that he could never gain full control over, but he worked hard, so that rather then revealing the pain, he unleashed his anger and hate.

Dylan's life began to become a routine of experiments and glass pods. Occassionally his experiments involved others, to see what would happen if two of these SHC could do. The third experiment like this involving Dylan resulted in the death of four technicians who got in the way of two angry 12 year olds. Dylan was soon separated from the other pods, his own pod being placed in an area of almost constant observation, though he started to learn the changes in guard shifts and soon learnt how to use his powers to escape. This further irritated the head scientists, which lead to them attempting to find ways to suppress his powers and his will. This involved the use of sedatives and experimenting with aversion techniques, but all failed.

Years went by in this rouine, and finally, aged 19, the possibility of freedom came just within his grasp. The resulting mahem of his and the SHC's around him resulted in widespread panic within the underground facility. Now, Dylan and his band stalk the less travelled walks of the facility, averting detection and causing as much trouble as possible.

Originally Posted by Caranfirithwen's Character

Name: Aila
Age: 12
Ethnicity: Finnish
Homeland: Rovaniemi, Finland
Personality:
Aila is a very withdrawn and isolated girl. She knows about her past and how she is different, truly one of a kind. Her interaction with the other children is non existent. She was never allowed to interact or see any other people besides the techs and medical staff. This alone has caused her to be a quiet girl. She treats the techs with contempt and rarely shows any other emotion.
She is usually very docile, never wanting to draw attention to herself. She thinks that the techs will lower their guard around her, thinking she won’t harm them. Although she has a strong mind, she fears that if the time comes to flee, that she will choose to stay because the ‘pod’ life is all she knows. She is often seen sitting on her bed with arms locked around her knees, where she stays sitting for hours, thinking to herself. The only times she has ever felt free and happy is during her exercise time, when she is permitted to fly, but only when tethered to a length to cord connected to the wall.
Appearance
Hair -
She has corn silk blonde straight hair. It is often pulled back into a delicate ponytail which reaches halfway down her back.
Eyes -
Her eyes are an anomaly, according to the techs. Her mother had blue eyes, but Aila’s are dark brown black. They are thought to be from the DNA of the bird or perhaps the child used in the experiment.
Features -
Her features are soft. She has a look a frailty, as though touching her might hurt her. Her features are small, but well proportioned to her face. Do to her pale nature; her eyes always catch the techs’ attention.
Complexion -
Her skin is very pale, as her mother was pale by nature. However spending her entire life in a pod has left her with skin so pale, it is almost transparent.
Build -
Her build is thin and small. She barely stands 5’ tall and weighs less then 85 pounds, due to her hollow bird like bones, and small ration portions. Although she is light and her bones hollow, her skeletal structure is strong. Her muscular structure and flexibility of her chest bones makes her perfect for flying.
Distinguishing Features -
Aila has two distinguishing features. The first is her ‘sun mark’ on the inside of her left wrist. The second and most obvious feature is her bird like wings. The techs tell her that her wings are a mixture of two different wing types. The first being those good for rapid take off and the second, being good for soaring. Her wings join with her back just above the shoulder blades and her wing span is 10 feet wide. When her wings are folded, they stretch from about the top of her head to the floor. One feather from each wing just barely touches the ground. Rough Wing Picture
Clothing -
Aila wears very simple clothing, a modified white medical shirt that ties at the back of her neck and buttons down the front. The upper portion of the shirt is removed to accommodate her wings. She wears light blue medical pants that pool around her feet due to her height and her refusal to wear pants cut to the right length. She also wears white booties to keep her feet warm.
Power:
Aila’s powers consist of enhanced sight and hearing, as well as enhanced speed and agility. Her most obvious power is the power of flight.
Brief History:
Aila was born in a remote city in Finland. She never knew her parents, as she was taken away to SHC moments after birth. It would not be until tenth year of life that she was able to find out about her past.

Aila was a test tube baby. Her mother had come to a fertility clinic, secretly associated with the SHC. They were using the clinic to help search for candidates who seemed perfect. Some women were selected for their beauty, other for their brains. Her mother was selected for both. Not long after the SHC started, they had an aim to create the perfect race. They had been using the DNA from children they acquired and injecting that into the embryos of expecting mother. They wanted to see if it was possible to create even more of these unusual children. After a few of these experiments showed that they could create more children, they began work on what they though would be needed to make a perfect human. There were many different experiments done, including that addition of bird DNA to an embryo. This group had no sense of ethical bounds. The women used in these experiments were never told and when the baby was delivered, the women were told that baby had died.

Aila was created from her mother’s egg, DNA from a bird, as well as DNA from one of the children in the Company. The relatively new process of Sans Insemination was used, so there wouldn’t be so many variables involved; adding a male into the picture to fertilize the egg, could lead to even more complications, or the death of the embryo.

PS: Glad you joined so that we can start this role-play up again.

Originally Posted by Evelyn Nyht's Character

Name: Rosabella Selvaggia Romano
Nickname: "Picco Rosa"
Age: 19
Ethnicity: Italian
Homeland: Rome, Italy
Personality: Rosa is a haughty yet withdrawn child. She finds the tests Heibre Company performs are completely beneath her and a waste of her valuable time. She commonly talks down to anyone she is put with because she feels that she shouldn't be stuck with simple commoners. She's also very manipulative with her powers, often pulling pranks and screwing up her "partner's" minds completely that they have to be put through counseling to reverse her damages.

She is "deathly" scared of needles (common trait with the actual player) and has been known to actually pass out at the mere sight of one on the tables. If she doesn't pass out, her entire body locks up in complete fear and she will promptly be sick soon after she has been stuck.
Appearance
Hair - Her hair is sickly straight that once had a sheen to it's dark brown color. It comes just below her chin, or at least the longer parts, where the rest of it just looks straggly and uneven.
Eyes - She has bright, sad blue eyes with a hint of disobedience and a proper up-bringing.
Features - She an average looking Italian with high cheek bones that show she came from a better life. Her eyes are exotic looking, almost gypsy like. The only thing that ruins her looks is the Roman nose that seems to grow long when she looks down it. She also has a small horseshoe shaped birthmark on the back of her left hand between the thumb and the index finger.
Complexion - She has a natural olive skin tone that even the pods couldn't sap from her, though it looks pasty and sickly.
Build - She is rather small for her age, standing just barely over 1.5 meters tall, she appears overly skinny, with her ribs just barely protruding outwards and her spine bumping down the center of her back.
Distinguishing Features - She has the standard sun birthmark in the center of her right quad (upper leg).
Clothing - Rosa wears white medical scrubs with the number 0072 on the top. She always has the medical booties on, trying to keep in as much heat as she can in the cold labs.
Power: She has telekinetic powers, able to move objects simply with her mind, but she has been able to go as far as be able to dive into someone's mind just enough to make them see and hear things. She usually shows this ability when put with someone she finds doesn't fit her class. There are no other abilities that SHC has noticed, but there is probably much that can be discovered about this one.
Brief History: Rosa's abilities didn't start developing until she was around 13 years old. Before then, she usually woke up in the middle of the night and whatever stuffed animal she had ended up sleeping with was floating a several centimeters above the bed. It took several years for them to grow and they became so out of control that her parents allowed SHC to march in and promptly remove their only daughter.

For six years her life was contained in a small pod with no sunlight or even outside air. She was poked and prodded with needles and controlled experiments. She was put in with a few teenagers around her age, but feeling that she shouldn't be sharing anything or even be near these commoners that she used her abilities to drive them on the other side of the containment and leaving her by herself.

It was soon after that that she was locked in a pod by herself, not allowed to interact with others in case she sent more of them into hysteria again. She would often try to reach out and play tricks on the scientists, moving their instruments about or making them unable to see anything before them. But as the years went by that she was by herself, she drew into herself, seeing that she was the only one she could trust, but willing to do a shaky alliance if the time ever came up.

Originally Posted by Idiosyncratic

Name: Orianne Shanachs
Age: 16
Ethnicity: French/White Irish
Homeland: England
Personality: Orianne seems outwardly shy and quite to an outsider, but this is one of two sides to her persona. She finds it very hards to form friendships, but dispite this is quite trusting of her fellows. She will follow one or two of them whom she admires alot into any situation. She will talk if spoken to but more often than not she will simply observe a convosation. She has intelligence on her side and feels the need to inform and educate, even if it is not needed. She is openly vain and will take any opertunity to glance at her reflection, and she loves nothing more than glorying in her own power, but the manner in which she does this is not considered cocky, for she deeply cares what people think of her.

What was often seen by herself as her 'confined' side, is the sly, devious more calculating side that keeps her company when she is in danger or feeling 'dark'. It often needs some encouragement form others to come out fully. She, having fairly recently been captured knows her own mind better than some of her compardres, and she becomes easily depressed or homesick if not keep happy in some way. This doesn't take much.
Orianne has a crippling fear of of medical tubes, like those used in drips. If one of these is taken near her, she will kick, bite or anything else in order to defend herself. This has given rise to many problems for the techs, who know she must be handled carefuly, though she is often placid when being manhandled by them, and will sometimes try to engage in convosation. This is a substitue for her own lonleyness.
Appearance
Hair -Her crowning glory and reason for her vainness. Her hair is a burning red. It never seems to become lank or greasy.At it's longest point, it falls to the small of her back in gentle waves, that curl towards her hairline. She will let nobody near her hair if it's existance is threatened.
Eyes - Her eyes are a bright green, tinted with hazel towards the pupil. one strange oddity about them is that her pupils never change size. They constantly remain tiny. the reason for this is unknown.
Features - She has delicate and defined features, though her face is naturally thin and not much affected by lack of nutrition. A long straight nose is prominent on her face, large round eyes, and a thin mouth, that always seems as if it is smiling, giving her false happiness sometimes. Becasue of this permernant smile she has a friendly look.
Complexion - Her Irish blood dominates her as she is very pale skinned and she has a faint trace of freckles.
Build -Her stature is fairly thin, but naturally so. She has broad shoulders that taper to an hourglass shape. She is not particulary top heavy. Her legs are rather long and she carries herself with much pride on them. Her arms are also quite long and gangley.
Distinguishing Features - Her 'sun mark' is located at the small of her back. It is fairly small but still noticable. It has a scar running through it, as a throwback from when she found out that it could give her away.
Clothing - She was allowed to keep with her and has tailored a black blouse which she wore when she was captured. In the way of trousers she has also black, straight leg trousers that due to being to small for her, cling to her legs and have ripped in some places. She wears no shoes at all. To top it all she has a white lab coat of which she is very fond of. The sleeves are to short when she puts her arms out.
Power: She has very parculiar wave pattern surrounding her, that is created by her brain. Although she don't fully understand the mechanics behind it, it allows her to defy gravity for periods of time, through use of a magnetic field. Meaning she can climb walls, ceilings and alike obsticles. As a side effect of this magnetic objects are repeld from her.
She has excelent hearing and above average agility, though she rarely shows it. But compared to this her eyesight is quite poor. She is short sighted. (i'm not sure if these will be ok, if there not i can change it.)
Brief History: Orianne bares a strange name due to her heritage. Her French born mother, Analeesé Clemancau met and married her farther, James Shanachs, who heralds from Ireland aboard a cruise ship. She was named for her mothers dead sister.
She was born in England where she was raised her until she was eight, at which time her parents found out about her strange powers. They also became aware of the Heibre Company's actions. Fearing for their own child after a kidnapping scare, their escape was ensured by a leaked to them by a surposed member of the company. they decided to move back to France, her mothers old home town, in France secluded from the modern day lifestyle, in a home where she wouldn't be found. Their attempts to hide her were successful until she was 15, at which time her farther took her to Ireland. At an airport there, whilst walking through the tracers her magnetic field was picked up. This was all part of the Heibre Company's measures, who owned a vast majority of air ports around the word, to capture these children deemed super humans. She was monitered and on her way back home they traced her, siezed her and she ended up in her current location.

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Aila sat on her bed, arms locked around her legs. It was still dark and quiet in her pod and the hallway surrounding it. But even that small moment of peace was about to be shattered. She heard a familiar voice as Dr. Hayden made his way down the corridor. She closed her eyes, guarding them against the blinding light. She could hear the beeps of the keypad that unlocked her cell. And as the door opened, she rolled to her side, wishing that he would let her alone.

Aila, I know you’re awake. You know the routine. Get up! His voice broke through the quiet of the pod. Aila clinched her fists, but relaxed and sat up defeated. Fighting would only lead to punishment. She turned to face him as a nurse rolled in the cart of daily instruments. They first took her blood pressure, a sample of blood, and since it was Monday, they took a clipping of one of her feathers.

Good girl. You know it’s easier when you cooperate. Her brown black eyes focused on his, as though she was trying to read his soul. He quickly looked away, clearly uneasy. Aila smirked. She could always unnerve him. It was almost her way of saying, just wait until I get my chance. As Dr. Hayden left the cell and closed the door once more, Aila stood and changed into clean clothes.

As she changed her shirt, Aila thought It's a wonder I even have any blood left with the samples they take everyday. Sitting down on the bed again, she closed her eyes thinking about the last time she flew. Such freedom. If only I could fly outside. If only I knew what the outside looked like. If only... Her thoughts were disturbed by the rattling of the breakfast cart. Her "meal” slid through the small rectangular flap on the door and as Aila looked at the rations in disgust, she rolled to her side and stared at the wall until she drifted into a light slumber.

A short while later, Dr. Hayden passed by and gave a small sigh. He had seen the food left untouched. If she wishes to try and starve herself, she’s not doing so on my watch. He quickly unlocked the door and entered. Picking up the tray, Dr. Hayden walked over to her bad and sat on the edge. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her awake.

Aila’s eyes fluttered open. She had been having an odd dream. She remembered seeing a boy with eyes like her own. But she forgot the details of the dream with each waking moment. She shook her head trying to remember. After a minute she looked at Dr. Hayden, she dream completely forgotten. He held up the tray and said that she needed to eat. She gave him a look of disgust before turning away.

If you don’t eat, we will be forced to feed you intravenously. Aila turned, eyes wide in shock. Needles? No, I don’t want needles. Reluctantly she reached for the tray and the doctor smirked, passing it to her before leaving the room.

As Aila ate, she thought only of her want to fly. Perhaps they would let her practice today. She gave a small sigh. I think they’re starting to realize that is my freedom. What if they start withholding my flying as a punishment? Aila couldn’t bare to think about not flying. She tried to think back to her dream she was having before Dr. Hayden interrupted, but everything was lost. I wonder if I even really had a dream. Maybe I just think I did. With that thought, Aila set her tray on the floor and once again locked her arms around her knees, completely lost in thought.

Rosa had been awake an hour before the techs showed up to begin their daily routine. She was held tightly in full restraints from her last attack attempt on one of the rookies, arms and legs spread eagle and locked. She had laughed loudly as they had clamped her down because it wasn't something physical she had done and these simple minded fools thought that restraints would make her more compliant.

The only thing it made it easier for them to do was draw blood samples and administer her usual injections. Just at the sheer sight of the instruments placed out in a perfect order nearly had her pass out, her body tensing up at the thought of how painful they would be today. Even the crooning of the female tech didn't register for her to become angry.

But today was different. Instead of her usual crowd, more rookies were clamoring about to get a good look at her. Her nose automatically struck up at the air and she turned her head away, as if dismissing them completely and to leave from her sight. She could sense that some of the men's eyes were roaming over her taunt body and she nearly lashed out with her power. "Not yet."

Rosa knew that she was quite the beauty with her exotic blue eyes, flawless olive skin, and long dark hair. Quite the Spanish beauty that most of the hometown boys would have been pining for her hand in marriage. But these rookie techs, they were beneath her class. Completely beneath her and she would have them bowing before her if she wasn't in this dreadful place!

(( Might add more later. Too brain-dead to continue. ))

~Feathers enveloped him, choked him, suffocatingly tight around his body. He forced his way up, up out of the cloying tightness of those soft strands, trying to drag him down, down into that eternal sleep. He wouldn't go, he couldn't go, he had things he needed to do! Forcing himself up, clawing at the freedom just above him, his eyes were blinded by bright whiteness. He curled up reflexively, finding himself small and fragile beneath that beam of light. There shouldn't be lights here, not like this, not this bright! His eyelids refused to open against the glare, making his tired, stiff muscles move to bring heavy arms up over his face, to protect him from the all seeing light. They knew where he was, they must do. He'd been there too long, he had to move, had to get away.

Darkness smothered him again, all but a bright blue sparkle at the other end of a long tunnel. He forced himself up, made himself stand, and he realised the light was many, all different shades, from bright, electric blue, to a deep, resonating colour that seemed to shake his very soul. He reached out to grab the light, his fingers encircling, not on the light, but another feather, long and thin, silken. Blood dripped from the fingers where he had touched the feather, and he dropped it immediately. He watched as the blood dripped down, each drop turning into one of the feathers. More and more started to pool around his feet, each edge biting into his flesh. He bit his lip, he had to suffer this, the answer to his questions were coming, he could feel it. Up and up went the feathers, clinging to him, biting his skin, making his body bleed. The more he bled, the more the feathers gathered around him till they were around his neck, his throat, slicing, cutting. His vision went black, and there they were. Eyes so like his own, his own scream tore out from his body, gurgling as the blood surged.

They were the answer.~

Black eyes, so dark they looked like the opened onto a midnight sky opened so suddenly, the pupil hadly had time to react. Lungs took in deep, lunging breaths that made the small ribcage heave with such intensity each bone stuck out in stark contrast to the pale scarred skin. Each scar seemed to fade slightly with each breath, slowly disappearing from his skin. Hands clung to the rocks around himself, steadying the heaving of his body as the breaths slowed. His eyes were still wide and scared looking as he turned his left hand over. Only one of the dream-scape scars hadn't healed, the one where he had grabbed the feather. It still bleed, making his arm even more pale then the rest of him. The drops, he was glad to see, though, were not falling into feathers, but onto rock as small splashes. Dylan slowly sat up. He didn't know if he had screamed out, but he thought it was likely to be revealed soon if one of his band came to find out if he was alright.

Instead of worrying, he focused his attention on the blood pooling in the upturned palm. His shirt lay discarded to the side, and turning his hand sideways on so that the blood could drain off, his took up the shirt in his other hand and gripped the hem of it in his teeth, pulling hard and ripping off a strip of cloth. Once the worst of the blood had drained, he licked the drying wound, as he had no water to clean it with, and wrapped the strip around it, tying it with difficulty. He had not wanted to use his powers, as he had planned some sort of raid that night, to get the renegade band some supplies, such as those needed for injuries, and he would need all his strength to get them anywhere.

Dylan knew he had some good escapees with him. Some had speed that rivalled his own, and would be handy when it came to the first wave of the raid, 'silencing the troops'. He had thought the plan through each night for the last week, trying to see if anything could go seriously wrong. Of course, his conclusion had been when could it NOT go wrong, but still, they needed to do this. Dylan stood, noting with apprehension the red stain that was easily fighting the restraint. Those supplies were sorely needed... Picking up his wrecked shirt, glaring with anger at the number, Dylan pulled it over his head. The black writing blazioned out of the pale figure, and it was certainly the number of rumour, the one that was giving the SHC's hope.

0001 was on the move.

For an uncounted time she had stared at this ceiling, made of a substance devoid of name to her. Knew by heart all its fractures, stains, lumps and bumps. There was one rather large protruding bump which she had grown fond of. It was her name, speech and mindless companion.

She lay, wide eyed, unmoving staring as she often did of late. Trying in desperation to pull herself from the throws of depression. It was a odd time of life for her. No emotion would register in her soul, and no thoughts ran or even walked through her head. It was the most perculiar feeling she had come into contact with.
The numbing pain of the rusty bed springs and worn out matress had long since melded with her, become part of her statuesque form. To an observer outside of the pod, her shallow breathing, and slight , slow moving of her chest was the only thing to indicate any life atall was left in her. So pallor had her skin been the last morning that went, they had indeed thought she was dead. A tech had stared into her rather bleak looking renched open eyes, and for a long time saw no life. For she had indeed stopped breathing.

He had later whispered with his compadres that she had befallen a reapid deteoration. Unsualy for her. Perhaps she was loosing that fighting zeal that had kept her alive for her months here.

Only vaugley aware of clatterings and clangings, the sounds of life moving on around her, she had neither spoken or looked away from her bump for two days. She wasn't sure if anyone had spoken to her. She knew this thought should worry her, for to be rude and not answering was one of her pet hates. Yet no emotion faized the siv placed upon her three days ago by the techs, in the form of a tiny white tablet.
She was sure now that even if she wanted to move one would not be able to.
But then... she thought. I've surprised myself before now...