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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 17:42:28 GMT -5
[ ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ I'm writing up a reply for you now! ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 21, 2017 17:44:28 GMT -5
can blue write half decently at night??? no she can'tFelix Halloran Time was a hazy thing in the mutants' so-called 'living' quarters - where, as far as Felix knew, nobody really did anything that most would really consider 'living', and nor did the conditions foster 'living' either. The warming glow of sunlight on skin, for instance, was a sensation so lost to a time in his life before this one that it didn't even appear in his dreams or fantasies any more. The sky, though, that old sight still latched itself onto his thoughts often; lying back on his bed, his mind could project imaginary clouds onto the ceiling. His imagination wasn't all that convincing or anything, but hey, it passed the time sometimes.
He lay there on the thin mattress now, but on his side rather than staring upward. His golden-brown eyes wandered, tracing lethargic lines between the ceiling and walls and walls and floors. He imagined shifting not into a great striped feline, but a tiny, black, almost imperceptible ant. He could crawl through the tiniest crack and disappear. Or a fly, fast and flighty; he could zip through the air and be gone, just a quick buzz past an unknowing guard or two. Or, you know, in the most ideal of ideal worlds, he imagined not shifting into anything at all. He was just a completely normal human being who didn't know the words 'Project Patchwork' and thought mutants were the stuff of comic books and movies. In fact, maybe he wouldn't have even heard of Polyaris either. He was somewhere else. Somewhere where there was warm sunshine and sky and clouds. Maybe somewhere where there was real tigers. Maybe both.
But, again, his imagination wasn't that good. But it still passed the time.
His mind waded back to reality, and his heightened hearing immediately trained itself on the sounds around him. The hearing was a sense which Felix remained particularly unused to. It still worked on another animal's instinct or something, instead of his own. It clung to following guards' footsteps or the hums of soft murmurs even when the words were indistinguishable, or to some electrical buzzing going on on the floor below them. Slowly, at least he wanted to believe, it was becoming used to disregarding the usual sounds: mostly just elevator bleeps, and guards coming and going and whatever dull snatches of conversation they might have. But some days boring old noises would keep him up for hours while he just lay there, halfheartedly willing sleep along. Or maybe it was his own fault after all, and his newer senses were just reacting in tune with his almost constant restlessness. Who knew. He wouldn't have bothered wondering in the first place if there was anything better to wonder about.
The papery crackling of candy wrapping was one such noise that captured his attention - he (or his ears) could immediately pick it out as unusual among the more routine sounds. Actually, that might have more to do with hunger than feline senses... but anyway. Sugary candy. There was another thing his memory had let go of until now.
Felix pushed up with his elbows and boosted himself into a sitting position, and paused there. Listening. He didn't move. Whoever it was, nobody in this place was worth getting up for unless they were going to make you do so.
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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 18:07:15 GMT -5
Jake O'Malley "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
"What do you have there?" The voice didn't sound accusing or resentful, just curious. Jake hadn't expected it, he'd expected primitive people ranting and raving to get out. The last part of Project Patchwork was to inject those who resisted their efforts with a serum that would quickly fix that.
Jake moved down the row of barred rooms, until he'd heard where the voice had come from. The voice belonged to a dark brown haired man, just a few inches shorter than him. Looking at the clipboard by the door, he read over his notes.
Kellan Dimitri Parker. 22 years. Telekenetic.
Jake didn't bother turning to the next page to read past the I.D page, he had no business digging into his personal information, and how he'd ended up at Project. He wasn't here to get to know the mutants, he was here to get what he needed to know. The dull ache in his shoulder reminded him of his past mistakes, and he frowned, his eyes flashing coldly.
Trying to stay positive, he shoved the pain in his shoulder out of his mind, deciding to try not to blame the mutant for the actions of others. His cold gaze was quickly replaced with a sort of lazy smile, something that often eased tension. Jake's spine was crawling behind his grin, all he wanted was to get out of there already.
His smile faltered in his next words. "Haven't been up here in a while, have ya?" Knowing that he wouldn't understand, he shook his head.
"No I have not. I've just got a roll of starbursts with me." Glancing around, he noticed all the added security features. "It really has changed since I've been up here last."
"I'm Jake O'Malley, the head scientist's son. Do you have any idea if my father's been through here?"
[ I don't know why I'm struggling so much with these posts. Sorry Win. Let me know if you need a little more to work off of. ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 21, 2017 18:08:21 GMT -5
(omg Felix's thought train is the best thing to read! So cute. going to wait for astro's reply, I'm out of ideas for things to do in a solitude cube ED: ninja'd. Let's see what to whip up)
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 18:14:56 GMT -5
*screams* why are all these replies so good
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 21, 2017 18:26:14 GMT -5
[ Here, I'll work on a post now! You guys are so good haha c: ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 18:29:25 GMT -5
(your reply is totally fine astro no worries!! I'll get a reply up as soon as I'm home I'm going to my grandparents for dinner!)
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 18:30:12 GMT -5
Oscar Liss ❝ My name is [Oscar Liss]. I am an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. ❞ Oscar certainly noticed when the guards seemed to tense and hesitate.
"Mr. O'Malley is up here? Why does he have clearance for this floor?" Rob whispered, and Oscar immediately felt cold pricks up his spine. The instinct to hide was very much associated with the name O'Malley. He peeked over where his guards were looking.
Well that wasn't O'Malley, unless he'd found the fountain of youth or something.
"What's wrong with his arm? I didn't think O'Malley was using his own son, you know," the newer guard whispered back. Oh. That explained the young-and-attractiveness. Rob, of course, was busy reprimanding the other guard; of course someone as humane as Mr. O'Malley wouldn't experiment on his own son! Still, what was he doing here? He seemed to be talking to another recruit, the one that Oscar had seen bust his cage open and run before getting caught. It'd been pretty cool, though it'd had everyone shaken up for weeks.
They continued walking, though Oscar decided if he was going to get tasered or something this week, it was going to be over this. He paused as they neared Jake and Kellan, and although the nervous feeling was building up in his stomach, he decided it was now or never. "O'Malley!" he called. His eyes shifted towards Kellan, who also seemed to be aiming for a piece of Starburst. Who wouldn't be? He couldn't even remember how candy tasted, but he wanted one all the more because of it. "You're going to give him a piece and not me? Come on. I bet he can't do a flip for you," Oscar teased, winking. There was a hint of urgency in his voice, though, that could not be covered up no matter how confident he tried to make himself feel.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 21, 2017 18:56:54 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - Jasmine heard them before she saw them. Well before she saw a shadow pass through the small square of light filtering from the door wall. Of course, she couldn't hear the words, but she knew they came from across the hall, two cells down from her. Cells, yeah that was a great word, she thought wryly to herself. The person on the outside responded, his voice clearer than the first, but still quiet enough that she couldn't quite make out the words, only the inflection. A question. She sat up, curious now. Not many of the guards would talk to the mutants, especially not to ask them a question, and especially not this early in the morning. Of course, she couldn't know the exact time without a clock or window to be had on the entire floor, but the guards usually fed them breakfast, and that had to be around six.
More voices. Jasmine sat up and ruffled her hair, still somewhat disconcerted about its length. At least it didn't require so much attention in the morning, which was definitely a perk. She made her way to the door. A small, barred window allowed guards to observe their charges from the safety of the hallway. There was no doorknob on the inside. She could only see the frame of the door if she actively looked for it: a small wrinkle on either side where the door became a shade yellower than the pale white-blue painted walls. She placed her hands on the sill, levering herself up to get a better grip on the metal. She was too short to see without pulling herself up, her feet a few inches from the ground. Embarrassing, but her curiosity to figure out what drama --and people whispering in the morning qualified in the monotony of this place-- was occurring in the hallway beyond.
She caught a glimpse of the man in the hallway, only a dark shape on the other side of the hall, his face turned away. But she did notice the glint of metal on his sleeve. At first she thought it was a knife, and almost dropped off the bars in fear he'd see her and turn her way. A chill raced down Jasmine, starting at the top of her head and zipping down to her feet. A ball of cold remained in the center of her chest. She was invisible.
She watched the glint, following the trace of it. Was he going to stab one of the mutants? But then he gestured outward and she saw it wasn't a knife at all, but a metal hand. Interesting, she had never seen him before, and one wouldn't just forget meeting someone with a metal arm.
The elevator dinged. "O'Mally!" She turned her head, pressing her other cheek against the bars to peer the other direction. Invisible, she didn't fear they would notice her hands around the bars of her cell, and for the first time since she arrived she thanked Patchwork for giving her this mutation over the others. Though shapeshifting would have been cool too.
She knew the man that walked down the hallway, flanked by two guards. He was a mutant. She didn't know all the mutants yet-- or at least, she didn't think she knew them-- but this one was hard to miss. With wings clipped to his back and his fiery personality, Oscar was a hard one to miss.
This was so much better than watching the ceiling.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 21, 2017 19:01:28 GMT -5
◤ T ORRIAN M ARIN ◢ 》His living quarters were different, to say the least, in comparison to those of his fellow human products all holed up within unkempt boxes. Cages, more like, with a different ceiling and lacking iron bars out the front. Then again, one couldn't ignore the massive metal door looming as the only entrance and exit from the room, a movable slot piece allowing safe transfer of words and other things. Then again, it was hard to chain up a person who could quite literally teleport out. Hence, the door charged with electric pulse, the walls containing the same trappings in their conductive metal thickness. It was enough, just enough, to contain the charlatan of a man who was held within.
He had signed up for this, somewhat. Scouted off the streets, too far away from home for his mother to dissuade him. Told, promised, his family would be kept safe from the turmoil of the rebel-drenched back alleys, the main streets patrolled by clinical, sterile armored creatures hardly fit enough to be considered human. So, he had agreed. And now, here he was. While most others dreamed of freedom, Torrian Marin made little moves to escape. The scientists knew the magnetic field was not enough to hold him, if he really wanted to get out. It was the discomforting reality that as easily as he could escape, it was just as easy for the government to walk through the small wooden door of his home, his mother frozen in shock over the dining room table, father pausing in his corner deemed his study, little sister looking up from the paper her older brother had managed to steal just for her.
Voice, words, prompted a lightly interested turn of head from the young man in the birdcage. His leather jacket lay comfortable upon his broad shoulders, hair a clearly unnatural shade of bubblegum pink, soft and delicate, made up to be as masculine as such a shade could be with it swept back from his forehead, eyes narrowed and dark in their sockets. He stared at them, his eyes, through the mirror he had hung. No one truly questioned how he got it. His reputation far preceded him- it was better not to rile any kind of anger from him. His long-fingered hands were raised so delicate, so precise, to the lids of his eyes. Off-white circles perched at the tips of his fingers, hands moving to overlaid to the lids of his gaze, the corner of his eyes, revealing themselves on the other side of the coin to be crystal jewels of some kind. Fake, clearly, but an unexpected sight to see.
He was slow in movement, jean-clad legs curling slowly in crouch, arms moving precise as the curve of his palm flicked open the metal door's slot, grey-olive eyes peering with curious narrow framed by his dark lashes. It gave him a feral look from this angle, the width of small rectangle obscuring any view of the interesting, mirthful smile touching his full lips. Sweeping his hand through his ruffled pink locks, his gaze fell upon the candy the newbie sported. Well, that certainly would rouse the attention of the mutants here. Torrian himself was not too keen on them- he could steal his own, anyway. More, his bright gaze followed the bionics of the artificial arm plugged into the man's shoulder. An interesting injury for an interesting man. Across the hall he was, easy to see the other people, the scientist's son. Torrian didn't distinguish him as anyone or anything different than the people who caged them here. His voice was soft, a rasping drawl,
" Your father passed by rounds this morning. "
A few long fingers found their way through the slot, gesturing vaguely down to the other side of the laboratory, no doubt leading to more and more areas of scientific study. The fingers retracted, and the jewel-crusted eyes peered out again, inquisitive,
" Weren't you told not to bring out candy near animals? We go after it. Then again, not many of your scientists ever treat us as much more than animals. "
One might think that was a harsh comment, but the self-deprecation in it was sharp enough of an underlay that it was obvious he meant it in spite. Ah, the head scientist's son, down here with them, the same people they trapped. His sneer wasn't visible from the slot, but it could be heard in the drawling prettiness of his voice,
" Apologies. It's easy to get mouthy when you're in cages. "
A waned smile,
" I just didn't expect to see you down here, unless you're doing more tests on us. "
Torrian's voice was more a question now, curious green eyes peering at the scientist and more doors across the hall from him. Was this man about to prick them with more needles? Drag them out in chains for more testing? He had never been in chains- they wouldn't hold a man who could disappear out of them. They clamped metal bars all along his arms and legs so he had to walk like a stick-figure man down the halls, pain in his step as the sharpness dug into his spine, made him stand straighter than the average person.
Person. Because that's what he was, no matter how much the project tried to make them view themselves as less.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 21, 2017 19:08:14 GMT -5
[ Hope that response was good enough, Im a little tired and unpolished at the moment haha ]
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 19:24:35 GMT -5
jake, if you didn't want to be swarmed by mutants, why did you bring candy??
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 21, 2017 19:28:04 GMT -5
lmao poor dude just wanted comfort starburst
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Post by Brownie on Jul 21, 2017 19:38:40 GMT -5
These poor mutants would do anything for some candy
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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 20:33:48 GMT -5
*facepalm* Jake, Jake, Jake. You made a mistake.
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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 20:59:10 GMT -5
Jake O'Malley "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
Jake pulled out his roll of starburst, slipping one through the bars to Kellan. Despite having old grudges against the mutants, their state was a little pathetic. If it were him behind bars, Jake wouldn't know what to do.
"Your father passed by rounds this morning." The voice further down the line of cells informed him that his father had already come through here. Jake let out an exasperated sigh, wishing that he could just get his chiding session over with. At least it wouldn't have to be done in front of the mutants. He glanced at his prosthetic hand, letting a beam glow faintly without discharging it. He paced down the line of stalls to another mutant.
Torrian Marin. 21 years. The Messenger.
"Weren't you told not to bring out candy near animals? We go after it. Then again, not many of your scientists ever treat us as much more than animals. Apologies. It's easy to get mouthy when you're in cages. I just didn't expect to see you down here, unless you're doing more tests on us."
Jake nodded his head understandingly, not taking the sharp words to heart. "Look, I get it. It doesn't seem easy being up here. Earlier-" He stopped himself, shrugging the unfinished sentence off nonchalantly. He passed Torrian a starburst through the bars, giving him a genuine grin. For this morning's events and stresses, he was in a fairly positive, joking mood as he normally was.
Moving to give Oscar a starburst, he realized with his cuffed hands it would be awkward to hand-feed him a starburst. Walking right up next to the guards, he unwrapped a starburst. "Sit. Stay. Speak." He grinned and winked right back, two could play that game. "Here. Catch." He tossed the starburst in a perfect arc, giving Oscar plenty of time to move as needed to catch it in his mouth.
Overhearing the new guard call him a mutant, his mood turned cold. It seemed as if the air around him heated up with tension as he turned around, taking a dangerous step towards the guard. Grabbing him by the collar with his prosthetic arm, he clenched his hand in a fist. The mere action had the man on his tiptoes, and Jake bent to hiss into his ear, "I'm no one's experiment, okay. One of the mutants did this too me, okay?"
He spat his words like knives, as if they truly could pierce the guard's skin. The tips of his fingers began to glow with heat, picking up on Jake's increased adrenaline and heart rate, preparing for battle. That function was still in testing. Unaware of the building heat, he didn't notice until the guard's whimpering made him drop him.
Jake let out a sigh, breathing until his heart rate returned to normal, and the prototype cooled. "It's fine, it's okay. We're okay." He smoothed his shirt, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Just don't make the same mistake twice."
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 22:15:53 GMT -5
Oscar Liss ❝ My name is [Oscar Liss]. I am an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. ❞ Although he'd been hoping Jake would pop it right in his mouth, he knew that was a long shot. He was perfectly content catching the candy with his mouth, too.
In fact, he leaned back and it glided right into his mouth. He chewed the candy with satisfaction. The sweet taste was almost too much for him, as he mouth was used to the strange glob-looking grey food they served their mutants. Sure, it was packed with nutrients, but it tasted god-awful. Suddenly, he regretted having such a tasty candy and not being able to save it for later or ration it into pieces.
He was just savoring his candy, eyes closing, peaceful, when he heard Jake saying some nasty things to the new guard. His eyes quickly opened, and he moved away, shuffling backwards until he was brushing against Rob, who also seemed displeased with Jake. He continued to stare, wide-eyed, until Jake dropped the guard and regained his "cool".
Once his other guard got up, Rob quickly gestured for them to continue moving. No doubt they'd already spent too much time in the halls. People up top would get fussy if they had to ask what the three of them had been doing with all that extra time between his cell door opening and his late arrival.
"I could kiss it better, Frank," Oscar mumbled, trying to ease the tension as they walked. Rob sighed in exasperation.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 21, 2017 22:43:09 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - Jasmine watched the scene unfold, enthralled. She hardly noticed the strain it was taking to hold herself up to the bars, and her face was plastered so hard to the metal she knew it would leave vertical red streaks down her face. All of this passed her mind quickly, crowded out with awe and fear of the scene in the hallway. She had her ear in the hall and heard the voices echoing back clearly from only two cells down. She heard the newcomer speak, watched as the man in the hall gave something to two of the helpers, both whom apparently had answered his question. But that was before she had gotten in place, so what their answers were --and what the question was in the first place-- she could only guess, but based on his rewards the answers had been satisfactory.
And then the man threw Oscar something, a spot of orange against the dim hallway lights, still dimmed to allow some of the mutants sleep. Although with this scene, Jasmine couldn't imagine any of them still were. She heard the man. "Sit, stay, speak." Though in that tone of voice, she had the idea that the commands were in jest. Not many of the guards would speak to the mutants, let alone give them candy. For a second, she thought to flick off the invisibility. Maybe he'd be generous with his treats, even for those who didn't have to answer his questions or provide him entertainment.
But that thought quickly shattered when the man in the hallway turned to the guards, used his hand to lift the man. She hadn't noticed how tall he was, but against the average stature of the guard the juxtaposition showed just how tall he actually was. The ice in her chest remained; fear was always a great way of keeping the invisibility running as she quickly learned in her trials in the facility.
The guard squealed and the man dropped him. The scene became quiet. The tension crackled.
Jasmine watched as Oscar was quickly paraded away, and she slipped down from her perch, arms quivering. She shook them out, trying to let the muscles relax. She made it to the bed and sat, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. This impromptu meditation sometimes helped break the invisibility. Breakfast would come soon, and she would hate to miss out because someone thought she wasn't around.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 23:34:50 GMT -5
(I'm here and replying!! All these characters are great tbh)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 22, 2017 0:29:53 GMT -5
Kellan Parker◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
Kellan took the piece of candy with a content sigh, he had been concerned that the others joining in would ruin his chance at the candy, but O'Malley's son proved to be more benevolent then his father.
The small square piece of chewy candy almost didn't appear real and he stared at it for a moment longer than normal. Seven years since his last piece of candy, part of him wanted to save the pink starburst for a day when he needed it desperately, but in the end temptation won and he unwrapped it with desperation than tossed it in his mouth.
The flavor was incredible, all they were fed usually consisted of anything to make them stronger with no mind for taste. He had tried starving himself once until he passed out, then O'Malley had placed him quickly on an IV. Each way of protest was quickly stifled. Sometimes Kell considered protesting again, but then he was quickly reminded of those who caused too much trouble. They were made to comply, and Kell didn't want to end up like that. He would delay that as long as possible, although he knew eventually O'Malley would give the order. What good was a soldier who wouldn't attack?
Kellan was snapped back to present when Oscar offered his usual flirtations, a purr and a sultry wink. Typical. It was surprising though when Jake returned the advances. Kell groaned and pressed his forehead against the bars "Incredible, there's more than one of him." He grumbled, referring to Oscar and Jake's obvious similar way of flirting.
Kellan gave a heavy eye roll and threw his hands in the air. "Oh don't worry everyone. O'Malley Jr. gets it. Isn't that great." he scoffed, voice dripping with sarcasm. What a foolish statement, from someone who most certainly did not get it. His father was the head scientist which wouldn't be easy, but it was very different than their lifestyles.
"You don't get it Jake O'Malley, how could you, but thanks for the Starburst. I appreciate it." Kell's tone was genuine, he had to give credit where credit was due and the starburst had been an amazing start to what was sure to be a painful day. He would remember the gesture the man obviously didn't have to make since nobody else would dare show that kindness.
(Sorry it's short D: )
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 7:52:39 GMT -5
[ Sorry for my inactivity guys. I'll be back from vacation on Monday so I promise I'll be better. ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 22, 2017 8:02:42 GMT -5
[ dude i wouldn't even call u inactive at all c'x
i'm gonna scribble something up now ~ legit slept until 1pm whoopss ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 22, 2017 9:26:42 GMT -5
//whispers sorry for shortness ~ Felix Halloran
God, he could just hear them all chewing. Well, not all. But still, it was a maddening noise. The smooth, sticky texture; his mouth salivated at the thought of a taste so fruity and sweet. A taste that actually, like, had a taste. He clenched his teeth and beared it though. The guy could come up here and give himself a pat on the back for being oh-so generous with his candy. It didn't change the fact that every other day of the year he was a mere floor below them, with all the knowledge that they were there, all the knowledge of what was done to them, and he sat there and presumably found no need to give them a second thought. No, Felix wasn't getting up for that.
Commotion, though? His self-control disintegrated in an instant. He pushed himself off the bed quietly and shuffled to the front of the cell with blinking eyes of curiosity. Well, who could blame him? This was the most interesting thing to go down in this place since... well, he couldn't even remember the last exciting thing to happen to them. That one mutant's escape attempt, he supposed.
He looked out, head at a rather awkward angle to see enough in the right direction, only in time to see Jake release the guard. His eyes followed the arm of metal with vague interest. O'Malley Jr. gets it. Isn't that great. Wasn't that great indeed. Pfft, he didn't even deserve the appreciation the other mutant was giving him - which sounded genuine, unlike the previous words. You don't get a medal for one measly act of decency.
"Shame you can't replace what we've lost with metal," he commented faintly. He could just picture it: metal families sitting with them in their glorified cells, mothers and fathers (or maybe just one for some, or maybe neither - he didn't know where they all came from), perhaps a brother or sister or multiples of them. Would they speak, or just whirr and click? Maybe some would even have little metal dog or cat, and they'd have skinny mechanical tails wagging from side to side. Okay, he didn't know where his mind was going with this, but it made him laugh softly, just a little bit. Of course, the intangible things the Project had taken away from them were not things that could be reconstructed - not even by Felix's imaginings. Freedom, for one. A goddamn normal life for another. Nah, O'Malley The Younger didn't get it at all.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 22, 2017 10:31:07 GMT -5
T orrian M arin 》 The treat was unexpected, to say the least. Crouched by the small slot that was his only window in and out of his metal-plated and armored cage, his olive eyes considered the pink starburst now perched on his long fingers. Matched his hair, he thought, with a curious smile. The brief interaction gave him time to study, at closer range, this O'Malley guy. To the words spilling from the scientist's mouth, the one in the cage merely smiled wanly, hazel gaze bright and sharp. The jewels along his eyelids sparkled when he lowered his gaze to study the scraps of metal woven in some kind of way to create an arm, clearly replacing one missing. Mechanics in place of solid flesh one would expect to see on a human. It was a curious contraption, and Torrian was instantly intrigued. Imagine if he could get himself one of those! Hmm, but would it teleport like the rest of him? Perhaps this O'Malley person might be privy to some answers on that question.
The pink starburst was about fit to be popped into his mouth before harsh voices sounded, capturing him once more. Peering back through the still-open slot, he tilted his head in ways for his eye to peek out, struggling to find the source. Well, well, O'Malley got a temper, did he? And the sparks off that arm! It truly was an interesting show. The more Torrian knew, one could argue, the more danger he become. And the scientist's son had just provided him a beautiful basis to work with.
Turning so his leather-clad back was pressed against the hard, unforgiving metal of his cage door, he thoughtfully chewed at the piece of candy. He had never been one for candy, but the sour sweetness of it gave him memories of home, of a time when he wasn't locked away. When they all weren't caged. The young man remained quiet a bit, to assess the damage, to lightly huff some kind of laughter to a cellmate's comment. Indeed, none of them could be fixed up with metal, that seemed so easily accessible to the young man who had held a guard off the ground. One could only see his eyes through the slot, his mouth obscured, and yet his voice was quietly sassy, sarcastic really,
" I see. It's that hard for you to be compared to us? Do we look so terrible to you now- the idea of us repulsing? "
His hazel eyes were heavy, studying the bionic arm, before continuing with softer, gentler and more personable voice, delicately correcting O'Malley's word use of "mutant",
" I'm sure the person who hurt you had a reason for it, we all would. Perhaps we may even know them, considering most of us been down here for a long time. But, I'm sorry to hear about it. That's a well-made prosthetic, though. Are you okay? Is your arm 'sposed to do that? "
It was impossible to see his arms, but one could easily infer he made an aimless, guiding gesture with them behind the metal door. A confident young man he was, and there wasn't anything O'Malley could do to him that hadn't already been done. Well, he could burn him to death, that would be a new adventure. That was some funky heat coming off that metal arm of his, and Torrian was curious as to the mechanisms of it. If an arm could look angry, it looked the part.
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 10:48:08 GMT -5
Jake O'Malley "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."◘ ◘ ◘ ◘(Edit to Torrian's post) Jake nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. They're just trying out different functions on me. My heart rate, adrenaline, all that fun stuff, it picks up on it. Apparently, from what they've graphed from my monitor-" He tapped a wire protruding from under his shirt, connected to a box on his belt. On the tip of a wire was a small needle, currently inserted into an artery, constantly taking measurements. Jake didn't miss Kellan's comment, and he sighed with exasperation. "Fine, I don't get it. Maybe I haven't lived my life in a cell, but when Clara burned off my arm, they put me on the table, just like you. They treated me like a machine!"
He was clearly getting pulled back into the memories, his voice getting desperate for them to understand. "After they 'fixed' me," He spat the word 'fixed' with such contempt, one would almost think it was a bad word. "they locked me into a room for three days. Every movement and reaction was jotted down into charts. I was... a test drive." He cast a guilty glance at the new guard with those words.
"That empty cell on the end- it wasn't because a mutant was bad, or resisted. That was supposed to be for me. I may not be in a cell, but this building is for the most part the farthest I can go. Either that, or I risk getting into a run-in with angry citizens. The last thing I want to do is hurt someone. But maybe I'm too much like my father for that."
He could still clearly remember it. The plain white walls, hours spent staring at a small camera in the corner of the ceiling. It was enough to drive him mad. On one instance, he'd been locked into the bathroom after his gun malfunctioned. They'd thought he'd gone mad, and he'd been in there for hours until the whole incident was sorted out. By the time he was let out, his pants were soaked through with water from a pipe that had burst in the sink.
It had taken him hours on end for him to convince them that no, he was not worthy of leading the mutants when their mission came time. They had tried the fact that he had confidential information, but all that did was limit how much he left the building premises. The night sky and sunsets, some of his most favorite things in the world, was a rare treat for him.
"It was your kind that almost killed me." He said, starting to give up on trying to convince them. His words were already dying on his lips, his voice growing fainter as he fought back the memories that were creeping into the edges of his mind. "So forgive me for not coming up here to bring cards and candy anymore."
He finally ran out of steam, realizing something. "Why am I trying to justify myself to you?" He frowned at himself, getting worked up over the man's words. It was a sensitive subject, as the new guard had figured out. "Maybe because I made the mistake of thinking of you as sentient people. Forgot, I'm the spitting image of my father." He muttered bitterly.
He turned with an apologetic smile to Felix, barely close enough to hear his soft comment. He felt bad for the people in the cages, as if there was something he should be doing. "If only I could." He shook his head, heading for the door. He stopped in front of the new guard to apologize, getting himself a nod on the head and a pat on the back. Jake stopped the frown that was rising on his face from the gesture, knowing that he was in the wrong.
The whole idea of coming up to this level was stupid. It had only been a fruitless search, and dug up painful memories. This whole day so far had thrown him out of his usual joking mood. He hated feeling this way, when his regrets and bitterness wrapped their icy hands around him, threatening to drag him down and away from reality.
He turned for the door, already pulling out his I.D. The sooner he got out of there, the better it would be for him. This place was getting to his head.
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Post by Gengar on Jul 22, 2017 11:30:43 GMT -5
aw man Oscar missed the tragic backstory speech
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 11:50:48 GMT -5
(good morning crew! reading and replying)
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 12:15:21 GMT -5
[ So I was thinking that once they escape, there's some sort of preinstalled tracker in Jake's arm. Then there would be their first run in with the backup mutants. ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 22, 2017 12:20:01 GMT -5
mornin' brownie! c:
in what crazy timezone is it morning tho
sounds like a good plan c:
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 12:21:03 GMT -5
[ sounds great. I'm just wondering how they're going to formulate a break? They'd have to learn a little how to work together, so they'd have to have some contact. Are they going to be put together in some simulation tests to watch how they work together/fight together/solve problems?
Hey, Blue. and yeah it's not morning but I just woke up so it's morning enough for me. xD]
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