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Sophidian

"I'd run if I were you. They're bound to tie you up before you can get out." He eased away from Zuka and shook his head. "Shook the whole damn table, too. I can sense that cups fell. You and Opal should get together. You could bruise each other every time you get in bed."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Norizuka was jarred by the sound and lifted her head, looking up at Hunter, "You should not have done that," She fussed, "They will just lock you up again, longer now. If you start behaving you wouldn't have to go through all that."
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Hunter Phoenix

"Forever the joker aren't we, I aren't going anywhere, whether they tie me up or not, at least not yet, I think it would be easier to get out if we all pooled together and used our powers in combinations, but what do I know"

Hunter sat up and then pulled himself back onto his feet, this time he managed to stay up and he took several steps forward.

"This feels so good after been strapped up for so long"
Where Will A Creature Of Darkness Hide If Not In The Shadows Of The Night.

Sophidian

"Now you sound exactly like that steel-freak." He shook his head, leaning toward Zuka. "Opal has thought of every idea ever. It hasn't worked yet." He kicked his feet out for a moment, trying to find Hunter's legs. "Sit."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Hunter Phoenix

Hunter dodged the kick but sat down anyway.

"I don't see why it would be such a foolish notion to be honest, we have a wide range of powers, we could use them to get out of here, instead of been kept prisoners by the psychopaths that call themselves doctors when all they do is treat us like animals and keep us locked away from the rest of the world"

He almost slammed a fist down in frustration, then remembers his strength and decided against it, he didn't want to get into trouble already.
Where Will A Creature Of Darkness Hide If Not In The Shadows Of The Night.

Jaqueline

I've seen hundreds of people try an escape," Norizuka said, her voice quiet and sad, "They do not enhance us like this and just expect everyone to play nice. They have precautions on every level to keep us in."

A janitor was busy cleaning out rooms that didn't have people in them. Either because they were doing sessions or were eating, rooms were empty often. He was in the Gem wing and entered Opal's room. He stuck a piece of paper with some writing on it underneath her pillow, obscuring what he was doing to the camera, making it look like he was making the bed. The man left, moving onto the next room to clean.

If you want to escape, place your tray upside down on your table when your finished eating at lunch tomorrow.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Catching sight of Ghost, Opal moved over, bending down to his level. "What're you doing, bookworm? Anything interesting?" She smiled to him, wagging a finger in his face. "Something worthwhile, I hope. Finding a way out?

"Yeah, and on top of that, who would want to do something like that? Escape here and try to survive in the real world?" Shaking his head, Pyrite sipped the last of Opal's drink. "Think about it. We're like captive animals. Released in the wild and..." He snapped his fingers. "Done."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Hunter Phoenix

Hunter shook his head

"We all had normal lives before this, we could go back to them, or create new lives, disappear completely and use our powers to help the world, instead of being locked up in this dump"

He sighed in frustration

"I just think we could get out of here and have our lives back, especially if we took this place down and made it history, no one would have to worry about being snatched ever again"
Where Will A Creature Of Darkness Hide If Not In The Shadows Of The Night.

FallenFeather

Lynn ate alone in the cafeteria during lunch. She didn't approve of any of the insects in this Institution. In fact, she was thankful for this place. It changed her for the better. Whenever she got out of this hellhole, she would be unstoppable. Her parents would never be able to control her again. Lynn munched on some turkey pieces, taking bites of rice as well. The only problem was the constant headache from the information overload. The boy two tables away just farted. She could hear it and smell it. Her eyes closed and she wished should turn it down. She hated crowded areas like this.

Jaqueline

"Some of us do not have lives to return to." Zuka said quietly, regretting saying it almost immediately. She changed the topic, "We are helping the world Hunter. They use what information they gather from us to further technological and medical science. I do not agree with their methods, I think it is wrong to keep us here. But that does not change the fact that they are helping, even if the means do not quite justify the end."
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Pyrite nodded, thinking about what his life in the wild would be like. Without the ability to see, what could he do? Get a dog, or a stick, and wish for the best? The thought made him shudder. "I think I'll die here and still be happy. At least I'm not useless."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

skyline339

Closing the book, Jaiden begins walking back towards the building. His stomach began to growl, and growl it did. He hated being with other people, but getting this hungry he'll do it. Sneaking back inside from the court yard, he walks towards the cafeteria. The noise already giving him a headache.

Sophidian

At being ignored, she blinked and watched Jaiden leave. "Hmph. Well, forget you too, then!" She leaned back against the courtyard wall and frowned. Maybe she was a bit too loud and obnoxious...
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

skyline339

Stopping, before getting too far. It finally dawned on him that he wasn't alone. Turning back to see who it was, he peaked back out side. His mind just couldn't think right and what to do. No one especially a girl had ever shown him an interest in well anything. He had that natural effect on people because of his smarts.

Sophidian

Opal kicked at the ground, as well as she could with her heavy limbs, and watched the sparse bits of grass fly up, along with clumps of dirt. Gasping, she knelt, impressing two circles into the ground, as she tried to put the grass and dirt back. "Careless! Why don't you think, Opal? I swear..."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

skyline339

He watched her a little, too scared to go out, but yet still quite interested in what she's doing. His brain began to function, putting different combination together of how to repair the grass and soil. But before any form of result came to his mind, the necklace hummed again, cause him to lose his thoughts.

FallenFeather

Lynn winced with the raised voices of the crowded cafeteria and leaned on the table, covering her ears. She kept her eyes closed and wished she could cover her nose. Most of these people smelled horrible. Did they have issues bathing? Just because they were always locked away didn't mean they didn't have B.O. And to Lynn, everyone's B.O. was ten times worse. Alone, Lynn loved her newfound powers, but around others, they kinda sucked. That's why the doctor's were trying to get her to learn how to tone down the senses.

Sophidian

After doing the best she can, she sat back on her feet and stared at the mess. When she stood, she saw her even larger mess and swore. "This sucks!" Yelling almost made her feel better. Another, wordless yell followed as she hit her hand into the wall. It cracked a bit before she relaxed, letting her shoulders drop. She needed to get out of there. She was starting to lose her mind.

Finding a bench, she tentatively sat down, hearing the creak of the metal and wood below her.
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Starlequin

Trent sat in the kitchen, out of the way of the bustling cafeteria workers as he ate his sandwich and sipped his water. He kicked his feet up and munched quietly, his eyes darting this way and that as he studied each person in the kitchen. Ms. Rossa, the white-haired old bitch who ran the kitchens, walked to and fro between the stations, checking things over with the sharpness of a drill sergeant. She dug a spoon or fork into every dish, the slightest taste telling her whether each was prepared according to her explicit designs. Mr. Dell, the rather youngish fellow working on the meats station, trembled just a little as she reviewed his work and found it adequate. Mrs. Hampton stood passively over a tall, simmering stew pot, stirring a thick sludge with an even thicker stick.

Rossa's eyes fell on Trent and he gave her a quick, smart-ass wave and grinned over his sandwich. He had a feeling she knew what he was up to; no doubt she'd have to be one of the first to die, if the chance for escape ever rose. Trent sort of liked the rest of the kitchen staff; he chatted them up occasionally. They were mostly just working stiffs, scratching out a paycheck and probably sending it home to their families. He didn't fool himself, though. There was every possibility that that was just what they wanted him to think.

He finished his sandwich and gulped the last of his ice water, and pushed his dishes away. A tune came to mind and he began to whistle softly, making up a bluesy melody as he went along. One of the guards noticed and tensed, but Trent held up both hands in a universal 'no trouble' signal and the guard slowly relaxed. Trent took note of the guard's name and badge number; most of the guards were pretty careless, but now and then one would display evidence of a brain.

[Hm, observant little bastard, aren't we? What's your name, bucko? S-1...Verdon? Ah, Vernon...we'll be keeping tabs on you, sparky.] He thought to himself as he rose from the table. He was still a little hungry, and decided to invoke one of his little 'privileges', digging through the fridges and pulling out a small yogurt cup. It had cost him a lot of effort to earn the few freedoms he'd been given, but they were worth it. General free run of the kitchens during daylight hours, minimum security escorts, and of course his guitar. Of course, it pissed off Rossa to no end, having him in her kitchen at all hours; he felt her lethal gaze on his back as he rummaged in the fridge. A mischievous smile played over his face and he took two more yogurt cups, just to piss her off a little more. From the look in her eye, it seemed he succeeded.

He left the kitchen with his dairy treasures and passed the resident bookworm heading into the cafeteria. "Hey, Ghost. Think fast." He tossed a yogurt cup easily to the kid and walked on, chuckling. Hm, one left. Who else should benefit from his generosity today? He looked down at the two cups. One peach, one lime. He spotted that frail girl with the cane and the cape near the cafeteria entrance. He cupped a hand around his mouth and shouted for her attention before sending one of the yogurts sailing through the air toward her.

"Yo! Zukes! Special delivery, compliments of the 'Bitch in de kitchen'!"
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got.

FallenFeather

Lynn winced again. The stupid joyful boy was shouting again. As if the ruckus in the cafeteria wasn't enough. Lynn's eyes noticed something sailing through the air. Yogurt. Yogurt was a special treat, rarely given out. So he filched it did he. Well, Lynn could respect that. However, she wanted that delicious peach flavor for herself. She pushed herself up and jumped into the air. It was almost as if she had disappeared and reappeared in the air, catching the yogurt cup in the air. It was in fact, because of her super speed. Many times she felt like a ninja doing things like that. The speed and the jumping were her favorite aspects of this Institution. Those she had down to each detail. Lynn grinned as she landed, yogurt in hand. She could already taste it on her tongue now. Oh how she would enjoy every bite. She hadn't had yogurt in weeks. The only thing she regretted was that it wasn't chocolate. Oh she would do anything for a chocolate bar right about now.

skyline339

Feeling the yogurt smack him, Jaiden quickly vanished. The necklace began humming but he managed to out think it as he ran. See this is exactly the reason why he hates other people.

Jaqueline

Norizuka winced at being called 'Zukes' and his language. She was raised in a very prim and proper home, vulgar language made her uncomfortable. She also never used contractions, something that really didn't get through when her mother was teaching her English. She was fluent in both Japanese and English, but more so in Japanese.
She looked up to see the pudding fly through the air and then be caught by Lynn. She did nothing to stop this. Though it may have been a fruit pudding, her favorite, she was willing to let Lynn have it if she wanted it. This didn't stop some feelings of anger, but she quelled them quickly. Lynn could snap her like a twig just like anyone else in the place. Picking fights and arguing are not good activities for her.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Opal gazed up, not noticing anything but the spattering of yogurt on the ground. With a groan, she shook her head. "Trent..." Rising up, she started to make her way in. "What the hell?"

Hearing the man, he turned his head to the side before feeling the wind from Lynn's jump. He held a hand in front of Zuka, brow raised. He could hear Opal coming over, her heavy footfalls like thunder. The boy causing the trouble, such an annoyance, always set him on edge.
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

FallenFeather

Lynn landed on the head of some random kid who yelled at her before she hopped off and onto the table. She ignored his protests and gazed at the yogurt with a smile. Her eyes slide  to Zuka. The girl definitely had potential. The potential to stop Lynn in her tracks. And Lynn didn't like the idea of someone stronger than her one bit. Her eyes narrowed at the girl in suspicion. Zuka, however had made no protest, or no attempt to stop Lynn. Despite her hating everyone, Lynn didn't approve of confrontation and would avoid it as much as possible. She was someone that did things in the shadows, where no one noticed until it was too late. Regardless, Lynn had the yogurt now, and didn't believe Zuka to be powerful enough to stop her. Not yet anyway. With a satisfied smile, Lynn peeled back the top. The girl inhaled deeply, taking in the succulent peach scent. It had been forever since Lynn smelled fresh peaches. In the back of her mind, she wondered what they would smell like now, with her exaggerated senses. Somehow, she doubted she would know any time soon. Lynn brought the top to her lips and licked the yogurt off. It tasted wonderful. Like real fruit. Lynn smiled again in satisfaction. She needed to get a spoon.

Starlequin

Trent turned and began to walk away as the yogurt left his hand, but stopped and glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of commotion. He watched just in time as Lynn appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and snatched Zuka's gift right out of the air. His eyes narrowed a bit as she raced back to her own seat, and flickered from her to Zuka who stood passively watching the sneaky bitch take off with her treat. Trent was aware of what both girls were capable of, and he knew that if the frail girl had so desired, she could have kept her yogurt. With the power she wielded, plus the friends that stuck around her, heavens knew she could put up a fight if she struck a mind to. And yet...

Trent simply shook his head and turned back to Lynn. Some people, he thought, just didn't have any fire in them. And some did. If Zuka wasn't going to put up a fight, he certainly wouldn't do it for her; he'd worked too hard to earn the small freedoms that could lead to the real thing, to lose any of them for disruptive behavior. She might have been frail, but that was no excuse for being a doormat. He figured she probably had her reasons, and left it at that.

He turned again and was about to leave when he noticed the other yogurt cup lying splattered on the ground. [Aw, dammit, Ghost. All you had to do was catch the damn thing; I didn't even throw it that hard!] Trent shook his head and walked on, ignoring Opal's clunking footsteps back toward the cafeteria. His thoughts turned to Lynn again. She was one of the few left in the Institute, either captive or captor, that he had yet to get a reading on. And that bothered him. The others were pretty simple. Zuka was simply resigned to her fate; Opal was anything but, but unlikely ever to make an escape on her own due to the steel they kept feeding her; Pyrite was sort of a bitter jerk, but given his situation one couldn't blame him much; Zircon was simply off-the-wall nuckin' futs; Ghost was a bigger nerd than anything else, a wallflower if Trent had ever seen one; Hunter just wanted out, but didn't seem to have the brains or the patience to wait for his chance; even Bacula and the other doctors were easy enough to figure out. But Lynn... Trent didn't know if she wanted to stay, to escape, to self-destruct, or what. There was a mean streak in that one, like a rattler that just wanted to bite whatever it could find to see how good it could kill.

He didn't like Lynn much, but he damn sure respected her. The same way a dog catcher respected a rabid hound.
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got.