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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 18:57:45 GMT -5
(Whoop whoop, I just got a big paper done so I've got a bit of a break!] Yancey ( вєвє) The air was cold yet Yancey didn't shudder as cool gusts from the vents above whipped past him. Chills may have been popping up all at once across his body with each gust, but he had grown used to this feeling, hence him not shuddering. His mind was trying to connect deeper thoughts as he tried to reclaim memories that were lost on him. He had recently been involved in a corridor brawl, one he obviously didn't want to participate. There's not much free will to be had down in these depths though, and say in whether or not you want to fight doesn't fall under this category of freedom either. He had started off winning the fight based on sheer skill, but soon his opponent whipped around and hit him square in the right cheek. Blood was drawn and within seconds he had a metallic taste imprinted in his mind and... well, after that, he does not know. He came to his senses some time later, inside solitary confinement. He reckons he definitely didn't lose the brawl after that though, as he could feel no present pain anywhere but in his mouth where that punch had connected. Now came the more difficult part though; recuperating his lost memories, something he was seldom able to do. And if he were able to seize some past memories, he knew well that he had not recovered all that was lost. It's a terrible feeling, that is. It's an emptiness within his thoughts, one almost tangible. And the more outbursts he goes through the wider he can feel this empty space growing within his mind. His time within the confines of the asylum do indeed replace most of this empty space, but these memories are ones of fear, anger, and helplessness. Those memories are nothing like the memories of his past life. It had been days since the brawl though, and he was placed on the second floor once again with some freedoms, as it was determined that he did not start the fight in the first place. Now he was in a cell with another person, one whose features were difficult to see due to the dim lighting. He had been too lost in thought to acknowledge anything else about her though, as he was deep in throught and the lighting was dim anyway. Something promted him to come out of this deep state of thought, however. "A light? No... a ball of fire?" Yancey wondered, blinking as he looked up from the ground. He was able to see his inmate now, due to the flame that they produced. It was hovering above their hand calmly, unlike any fire he had ever seen before. He could feel the warmth from his distance across the small cell and soon his chills had vanished. It was soothing and he silently thanked her for this, feeling he was indebted to her for this. She was sat down now, reading a book in silence, the flame illuminating the pages as she flipped through them. He soon became lost in thought again, simply staring at the her as he wondered who she might be. He gave no thought to how weird it might be, as being in constant darkness slowly ebbs away any sense of embarrassment that might come with things like staring.
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Post by Ace on Nov 17, 2016 19:00:55 GMT -5
Should I just post some sort of vague starter or does someone have something I can jump in on?))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 19:05:04 GMT -5
[Seems like cells hold more than one person so I doubt anyone would be against you just throwing your character in one of them. I'm certainly not, but then again I'm not OP so it might be safe to wait for them.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 19:06:35 GMT -5
[ Ace i posted a starter on the front page if you want to jump into that, if not feel free to also make a starter ! ]
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Post by Ace on Nov 17, 2016 20:46:44 GMT -5
[ here goes ] Echo - W/ Sicarius and Skrid It's so cold tonight... Echo's heart thumped in her chest as she sat on her small bed, curled into a ball. She shivered slightly, gazing out of the gates of her cell. Are they trying to freeze us to death? Actually... I wouldn't doubt it. She slowly draped a thin blanket over her shoulders as she shakily rose to her feet, pulling open the doors of her cell, so she could enter the hall. Echo's cell was on the top floor, because she was one of the more "timid" Specials, however in all honesty she was just terrified of everything around her. She hadn't been in the Asylum for long, and she didn't really no anyone either- other than the guard that always walks by her cell. She began to walk down the hall carefully as she shivered. Staring down at her small feet; she began to get lost in thought. This place is so scary... -Whump. She suddenly ran into something hard- and she guessed it was a wall. However as she tumbled over she looked up, and her eyes locked with one... suspicious man. He glared down at her, then sneered. "Watch where you're going." He said sternly, in a strong Italian accent. Echo wasn't too sure from his intimidating appearance, however she thought that this large, bulky man was probably human. Probably. As she scuffled on to her feet, the man began to walk off, and so did Echo; not wanting to run into him again. She trembled slightly as she began to run, however this time she took in her surroundings. It wouldn't be very good to pick a fight with one of these "Cell mates." However, all of a sudden she came to a stop. She heard a scream. Not a scream of terror, but a scream of anger. She began to cautiously walk down the hall, and she realized she was getting close to the Guard's posts, and the door. Her heart rate picked up as her mind began to wander of "what could be ahead." She was terrified, but sadly her curiosity still sparked. She suddenly stopped when she saw someone being brought through the door. It was a lithe man, with a bag over his head. This probably meant that somebody new had been brought into the Asylum. One of the struggling guards shut the door while the other one ripped the bag off of his head. Echo then began to take in his odd appearance. He looked around the age of twenty, however he had large elvish ears and wild eyes. He must be a special. She quickly pinned herself to a wall so nobody would notice her. This new member looked so strange, that Echo thought she might have a heart attack. I shouldn't be here... I don't belong here! Her thoughts raced as they took the handcuffed man down another hall- probably bringing him to his cell. Echo shrunk back, and took in an exasperated breath. And in a quiet voice, she slowly muttered: "This place is truly insane."
Shafer dragged his nails up and down his thighs as he walked down the rows of cells. His steps landed directly in front of the last and his hips swayed dramatically enough to give those charming Paris models a run for their money. He tried to look as insouciant as possible, even with the compulsive scratches he was giving himself along his legs. He couldn't stop so he'd just. Work it. Somehow. He had a lot of experience disguising his impulses as intentional and thought out. When in reality, he had no control over himself 95% of the time. He was rather easily torn out of his thoughts at the big, strong, Alpha-looking guy walking in his direction. He was pretty much sold as soon as the word 'big' crossed his mind. He had been wondering when he'd find his next provider. Flashing his most brilliant smile, he slowed his pace as he drew closer to the rather terrifying individual. "Hi there, Alpha. What's your name?" Shafer purred the words and reached out to ghost his fingers up the length of the other man's arm. He was intending to send a taste of his power racing through him, adrenaline-laden and gently toxic but with his ability, he never knew. He'd find out based on his new best friend's reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 21:16:24 GMT -5
Sicarius - W/Shafer
Sicarius had been ever so bored. Previously, he had been laying in his cell for hours, days, weeks... just staring at the cemented roof, however, he suddenly felt the need to move. He thought that he would've gotten out a lot sooner, however, his chance still hasn't come. He went for a walk, getting some of that "nice fresh air" inside these nice stoned walls. To be honest, he hadn't really been around here before- so he had no idea where he was walking. His first encounter was with a young-looking girl and as usual he gave her a nice flip off and probably scared her half to death. But for Sicarius, this wasn't anything new. He folded his arms across his chest as he continued walking, and his thoughts began to wander. Why have I not been contacted yet? Have they not figured out this damn location? He grimaced at the thought, however he was suddenly dragged away from his mind when he saw another figure down the hall. The person seemed small, from what he could tell, and they also seemed to be... scratching their legs? Quite a bit. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the person in the flickering hall light. Sicarius couldn't tell if this... person was male, female, human or special. However once they saw Sicarius' face, he could see their crazed smile. When the other person reached over and touched Sicarius' arm, he felt a slight surge go through his body, and he immediately pulled away. Not a scared jump, just a step to the side. He leaned his head back, arched his brow, and sneered. Disregarding the other's question, Sicarius replied with. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and hoarse, showing signs that he probably smoked. As he awaited a reply, he stood guard.
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Post by Ace on Nov 17, 2016 21:31:09 GMT -5
The native wasn't totally clear on asylum etiquette and not that he'd ever been particularly concerned with that part of interacting with other humans before, but in these situations, it tended to be a bit more important to know how to act around others. And Shafer, being the social moron he was, was five words away from getting shanked. It was pretty hilarious, how open and vulnerable he left himself at any given moment. Shafer's grin only grew wider when the man pulled away from him. He took a persistent step closer to him, though kept his hands to his sides. Didn't want to show off all his tricks at one, that'd be a waste. And then the man spoke and Shafer felt the beginnings of infatuation already burrowing themselves deep into his delicate mind. That accent was definitely going to be the root of most of his impulses. "My name's Shafer Haywood York. I'm seventeen years old and my birthday's on the twenty-third of June. Which means I'm a Cancer. And it also means I'm underage, but we're in prison already and you don't look the type to let the law stop you." He dragged his fingers through his long black hair as he smirked up at the man.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 21:40:10 GMT -5
Florianna was hanging off of her "bed," the only thing holding her legs where her calfs, the rest of her body was upside down, looking rather bored. She had been inside this place for three years, and had managed to stay up on the first floor for the past few weeks because of "good behavior" and she enjoyed it. It was a lot more boring up here, but at least the security guards weren't bugging her every minute of every day. She narrowed her eyes, creating a small flower in front of her, making a simple rose that was colored like an Orchid. It took all of her will power to not conjure up an illusion that showed her door open, but she knew others wouldn't fall for it anymore. [ just thought i should reply ^^ ] Skrid - W/Florianna As the guards dragged him down the hallway, a small smirk crawled upon Skrid's face. He knew he was going to get thrown in that so-called "dungeon", however he wanted to have some fun first. "I need to pee." He stated as they continued to walk. One of the guards scoffed while the other replied with "You can hold it." Skrid sneered, showing some pointed teeth, as he began to talk once again. "Listen, do you want me to piss all over your floor?" The guard grumbled. "Alright, we'll take you. However if you soil your pants on the way you'll some punishment." Skrid couldn't help but snort. I'm almost tempted... He thought, however he had other plans The guards threw him in the bathroom, and then they began to talk with one and other. Skrid stumbled in the bathroom and quickly turned to see himself in the mirror. He laughed, a loud one, and then scuffled his own hair. He then began to roll out a ton of toilet paper. He ran it all over the floor, creating shapes, and when he finished he stood up and smirked. "What a lovely pentagram." He then scurried off and peeked out the bathroom door. The two guards were conversing with each other still, not paying attention to Skrid what so ever. He pulled himself through the door and closed it quietly, and then he ran down the hall. "Hey... is that the new prisoner running off? HEY!" The guards shouted and began to chase after Skrid. Skrid laughed, and ran throughout the maze-like halls until he came to a hallway that was full of cells and a dead end. His stomach dropped and he turned to the closest cell, popping the lock open with a little sizzle of electricity. He then slammed it closed, and hid inside. However, he suddenly saw a figure, and his mouth fell slack as he whispered a small "Oops."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 21:53:02 GMT -5
The native wasn't totally clear on asylum etiquette and not that he'd ever been particularly concerned with that part of interacting with other humans before, but in these situations, it tended to be a bit more important to know how to act around others. And Shafer, being the social moron he was, was five words away from getting shanked. It was pretty hilarious, how open and vulnerable he left himself at any given moment. Shafer's grin only grew wider when the man pulled away from him. He took a persistent step closer to him, though kept his hands to his sides. Didn't want to show off all his tricks at one, that'd be a waste. And then the man spoke and Shafer felt the beginnings of infatuation already burrowing themselves deep into his delicate mind. That accent was definitely going to be the root of most of his impulses. "My name's Shafer Haywood York. I'm seventeen years old and my birthday's on the twenty-first of June. Which means I'm a Cancer. And it also means I'm underage, but we're in prison already and you don't look the type to let the law stop you." He dragged his fingers through his long black hair as he smirked up at the man. [ sorry for the short post ! ] His teeth ground together as he heard the boy's next words. This is really pissing me off... Sicarius wasn't one to have a "plaything", he was the one who liked to get the job done quick and easy, and get the money for it. He was more of a hit-man than anything really. However, he would take whatever job would bring in the most cash, and this little interaction sure reminded him of something in France. "Listen, you may have a pretty face but that isn't enough to get me fooled." He spoke in a tone that almost sounded like a growl. What bothered Sicarius the most is that what the boy said was pretty much true. He never let the law stop him from anything, however, he hadn't been put in a situation with a seventeen year old before. Sicarius leaned over his small figure, trying to understand what thoughts were passing through this boy's mind.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 17, 2016 22:03:08 GMT -5
Florianna was hanging off of her "bed," the only thing holding her legs where her calfs, the rest of her body was upside down, looking rather bored. She had been inside this place for three years, and had managed to stay up on the first floor for the past few weeks because of "good behavior" and she enjoyed it. It was a lot more boring up here, but at least the security guards weren't bugging her every minute of every day. She narrowed her eyes, creating a small flower in front of her, making a simple rose that was colored like an Orchid. It took all of her will power to not conjure up an illusion that showed her door open, but she knew others wouldn't fall for it anymore. [ just thought i should reply ^^ ] Skrid - W/Florianna As the guards dragged him down the hallway, a small smirk crawled upon Skrid's face. He knew he was going to get thrown in that so-called "dungeon", however he wanted to have some fun first. "I need to pee." He stated as they continued to walk. One of the guards scoffed while the other replied with "You can hold it." Skrid sneered, showing some pointed teeth, as he began to talk once again. "Listen, do you want me to piss all over your floor?" The guard grumbled. "Alright, we'll take you. However if you soil your pants on the way you'll some punishment." Skrid couldn't help but snort. I'm almost tempted... He thought, however he had other plans The guards threw him in the bathroom, and then they began to talk with one and other. Skrid stumbled in the bathroom and quickly turned to see himself in the mirror. He laughed, a loud one, and then scuffled his own hair. He then began to roll out a ton of toilet paper. He ran it all over the floor, creating shapes, and when he finished he stood up and smirked. "What a lovely pentagram." He then scurried off and peeked out the bathroom door. The two guards were conversing with each other still, not paying attention to Skrid what so ever. He pulled himself through the door and closed it quietly, and then he ran down the hall. "Hey... is that the new prisoner running off? HEY!" The guards shouted and began to chase after Skrid. Skrid laughed, and ran throughout the maze-like halls until he came to a hallway that was full of cells and a dead end. His stomach dropped and he turned to the closest cell, popping the lock open with a little sizzle of electricity. He then slammed it closed, and hid inside. However, he suddenly saw a figure, and his mouth fell slack as he whispered a small "Oops."
Florianna dropped off the bed, her trance broken as the door to her cell was slammed shut. She let out a few swear words, landing on her head, the rose bush she had been creating vanished, leaving a singular red petal in its place. She sat up, rubbing her head as she glared resentfully at the male in front of her. "The hell are you?" She snapped, clearly aggravated. She had made it clear to the guards under hypnotism that she was to share no cells. She got her own, and she wasn't planning on sharing it any time soon. She crossed her arms, not getting up from where she sat, convinced that if she got up it would show fear and she wanted to show whoever this was that in this cell she was the boss. She allowed some flames to pop up around her, pushing her mind slightly so the illusion could actually be felt, hoping that he would think she had some kind of elemental power instead of just illusions. Not that illusions where bad, not at all, they could be powerful but most people dismissed them right off.
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Post by Ace on Nov 17, 2016 22:04:33 GMT -5
Don't worry about it ^^ Muse comes first.))
Shafer could tell he was getting under the man's skin and he was really enjoying it. He loved a challenge and the responses he was pulling from the much bigger man were exhilarating in the way he could tell he was going to have to work for it. His smile faded and he bit down on the insides of his cheeks, making his cheekbones look a lot sharper than they actually were as he made a point of looking the man over shamelessly, less for his own benefit and more to clarify exactly what thoughts were passing through his mind. "Fooled? What do you think I'm fooling you into?" That all too excited grin of his didn't make a comeback but the corner of his mouth did quirk up in a devious smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 22:08:43 GMT -5
[ hey guys, I'm just going out for a bit, but when I come back I'll reply to you both ! ]
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Post by Ace on Nov 17, 2016 22:12:17 GMT -5
Sounds good~ Have fun))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 10:56:31 GMT -5
[ sorry for not returning ;n; I ended up getting back really late and p much crashing on the couch, i should be able to reply to you guys later when i get back from my classes ]
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Post by вєвє on Nov 19, 2016 12:31:23 GMT -5
Sorry for the absence. I had some work for school to get done before mid terms and my Lit class called for a 10 page short story. I did a romantic tragedy though im still cleaning it up for monday. I have time since this is my last day off until next week, so @chill I will be on before 2 or 3 and after 10:30. Though i have classes at 9:30 to 11.) Laelia looked over at the boy who was staring at her, this must be the first time he's seen magic in use. She placed the book down carefully, using a thin square of purple fabric from an old shirt to mark her place should her book close. She stood once it was secured and pushed her long black braid back behind her shoulder, as she moved to the door of her bared cell she looked at the different locks. She unlike most "patients" was blessed with magic and was able to unlock any lock that was not charmed or blessed with blood, luckily and unluckily the only locks this place had blood spilled on the were the exists. "Reserare crinis." She hissed spilling out a small portion of her power. Then all you heard were her locks unclicking, when the clicking was done she opened the bar door so she could slip out and went to his door. As she moved away from her cell the ball of fire followed her lighting her way and keeping her warm. "Hey, are you cold too?" She said turning her head to get a better look at the person. This was when she wished she was like her mother and not her father, her mother was a Shadow witch and could see in total darkness she could even have shadows do her will even to suffocate them...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 12:20:49 GMT -5
The new prison was much nicer than Birdie thought it would be. When the guards told her that they would be moving her to an asylum, she immediantly thought of the typical Hollywood blockbuster asylum. You know the creepy, old abandoned building that was crumbling to pieces because of the cockroach infestation, and the crazy people that just might be demon possessed. However, as the new guards gagged her with a piece of cloth and then ushered her in through the door, there were no insects crawling across the floor and no crazed, wailing criminals.
Birdie gazed around the area, feeling as if she had just entered in a college dorm room. There were multiple couches, a cooking unit, and a pool table off in a side room. People fluttered around, but stopped to watch as the brand new freak entered their little home away from home. She smiled at some of them around the gag, eyeing each of them for any weaknesses. The guards yanked ok her chains, pulling her away from possible victims and heading down a hall on the first floor. They passed multiple cells of all different type of people, but one cell in particular bothered her.
The man inside recoiled in disgust as she passed and grabbed his head in pain, "Cannibal..." Birdie's eyebrows shot up in shock. She had never seen this man, he hadn't never seen her, so how could he possibly know that she was a cannibal? He turned away from her at her gaze and the guards once more pushed her along, "Keep moving!"
Birdie snorted and made her feet move despite her dislike for these men. They lead her to a empty cell and after they ungagged her, threw her into the cell in one swift motion. She tripped over herself and had to use the bed on he wall for support. Rebounding, she darted back to the door as it swung shut in front of her and shoved her hands through the bars, "Don't leave yet! We haven't even had dinner!" The guards visiblable stiffened at her loud jab and Birdie snickered to herself before retreating back into her cell.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 12:25:18 GMT -5
Sorry for not getting my starter up sooner! I was at a Youth convention all weekend.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 17:35:20 GMT -5
[ just thought i should reply ^^ ] Skrid - W/Florianna As the guards dragged him down the hallway, a small smirk crawled upon Skrid's face. He knew he was going to get thrown in that so-called "dungeon", however he wanted to have some fun first. "I need to pee." He stated as they continued to walk. One of the guards scoffed while the other replied with "You can hold it." Skrid sneered, showing some pointed teeth, as he began to talk once again. "Listen, do you want me to piss all over your floor?" The guard grumbled. "Alright, we'll take you. However if you soil your pants on the way you'll some punishment." Skrid couldn't help but snort. I'm almost tempted... He thought, however he had other plans The guards threw him in the bathroom, and then they began to talk with one and other. Skrid stumbled in the bathroom and quickly turned to see himself in the mirror. He laughed, a loud one, and then scuffled his own hair. He then began to roll out a ton of toilet paper. He ran it all over the floor, creating shapes, and when he finished he stood up and smirked. "What a lovely pentagram." He then scurried off and peeked out the bathroom door. The two guards were conversing with each other still, not paying attention to Skrid what so ever. He pulled himself through the door and closed it quietly, and then he ran down the hall. "Hey... is that the new prisoner running off? HEY!" The guards shouted and began to chase after Skrid. Skrid laughed, and ran throughout the maze-like halls until he came to a hallway that was full of cells and a dead end. His stomach dropped and he turned to the closest cell, popping the lock open with a little sizzle of electricity. He then slammed it closed, and hid inside. However, he suddenly saw a figure, and his mouth fell slack as he whispered a small "Oops."
Florianna dropped off the bed, her trance broken as the door to her cell was slammed shut. She let out a few swear words, landing on her head, the rose bush she had been creating vanished, leaving a singular red petal in its place. She sat up, rubbing her head as she glared resentfully at the male in front of her. "The hell are you?" She snapped, clearly aggravated. She had made it clear to the guards under hypnotism that she was to share no cells. She got her own, and she wasn't planning on sharing it any time soon. She crossed her arms, not getting up from where she sat, convinced that if she got up it would show fear and she wanted to show whoever this was that in this cell she was the boss. She allowed some flames to pop up around her, pushing her mind slightly so the illusion could actually be felt, hoping that he would think she had some kind of elemental power instead of just illusions. Not that illusions where bad, not at all, they could be powerful but most people dismissed them right off. Skrid tensed a little; knowing the guards were running down the hall, and would catch him any second. Ignoring the girls words, he quickly darted behind her, wrapped his hand around her mouth and his other arm around her waist to keep her from moving. He then leaned close to her ear. "If you say a word or move one bit, I'll paralyze you." He whispered, eyeing the hall outside her cell. Skrid tightened his grip to keep her from moving as he saw the two guards suddenly appear. "Where the hell did he go?! I can't believe he got away so easily on the first day!" The other guard then scoffed. "You're the one who got us distracted, come on, lets keep going." The two began to run down the hall, and Skrid relaxed slowly dropping his hands from the girls mouth and waist.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 17:44:05 GMT -5
Don't worry about it ^^ Muse comes first.)) Shafer could tell he was getting under the man's skin and he was really enjoying it. He loved a challenge and the responses he was pulling from the much bigger man were exhilarating in the way he could tell he was going to have to work for it. His smile faded and he bit down on the insides of his cheeks, making his cheekbones look a lot sharper than they actually were as he made a point of looking the man over shamelessly, less for his own benefit and more to clarify exactly what thoughts were passing through his mind. "Fooled? What do you think I'm fooling you into?" That all too excited grin of his didn't make a comeback but the corner of his mouth did quirk up in a devious smirk. Sicarius grit his teeth. "Do you think I'm stupid?" His voice slightly raised as anger boiled within him. He began to lose his temper, normally by now, he probably would've fought the person in front of him, however for one- Sicarius didn't think getting in a fight within his first week of being here would be a good idea. Two- he almost felt compelled not to hurt the boy in front of him due to his feminine appearance. In all honesty, Sicarius was confused as to what he should do. Should I leave before I do something I regret? He clenched his fists, and furrowed his eyebrows together. What am I going to do with this kid? His foot tapped on the cemented floor as he began to clear his throat. "What do you want?" He said sternly, in a quieter tone then before.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 17:52:09 GMT -5
"Who are you?" She hissed, slamming him against the wall, arm against his throat while an illusion of a dagger appeared in her other hand, eyes narrowed in focus so it actually seemed real. She was not in the mood to fool around with boys who waltzed into her private cell and threatened paralysis. This was the exact reason why the put the guards under her spell: so everyone would leave her alone. She curled her lips into a snarl, trying her best to look tough and terrifying instead of tiny and innocent as most people mistook her as. It didn't matter to her that this guy was clearly bigger and older than her, she wanted him to know that she could take him if push came to shove. She couldn't help but listen for the guards again, knowing that they could come back at any time and check on her, make sure she didn't escape like she had in the past. Skrid couldn't help but smirk at the situation he had gotten himself into. "Woah, little lady. Calm down, they're gone now." He shot her a sly smile as he tilted his head while holding his hands up. If worse came to worse, he could get himself out of this easily... However he wasn't one to hurt a lady. He eyed the dagger in her other hand, and sharpened his gaze. There's something strange about that lil' knife she's got... He then looked into her eyes again, seeing she was pissed, he began to respond. "The names Skrid, just got here. How about you?" He should probably leave. Probably. However, Skrid is one to take on a challenge, and this girl here sure seemed like one. He couldn't help but get interested. I mean, it's the first human contact he's had in awhile, other than a few tin-canned guards grabbing the chains on his wrist. He sighed, awaiting a reply.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 21:16:53 GMT -5
Anybody have someone to RP with Birdie? I can move her if necessary. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 22:09:51 GMT -5
[ @shootforthestars I think I have echo open, if you want i can post a reply to your starter? ;o ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 22:12:14 GMT -5
Yeah, if you want to, that would be great. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 22:18:13 GMT -5
[ it's fine ;o ] "Three years, eh? That's quite awhile..." His voice slowly drifted off as he leaned back on the wall behind him; folding his arms over his chest. He cracked a knuckle or two and shot her a sly smirk. As he heard the next words come out of her mouth. Asking that off the bat seems a little suspicious. Skrid shrugged it off though, it's not like he was going to show her his true power. "You sure are right about it being a nifty trick..." He then held up a his pointer finger and a little spark of electricity shot up from it, you could hear the sound of it crackling as well. "I used to dabble with mechanics, you could say this comes in handy." He then cocked his head to the side. "How about you? those flames were quite interesting awhile ago."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 22:18:42 GMT -5
[ @shootforthestars alright! just give me a second ;o ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 22:27:59 GMT -5
The new prison was much nicer than Birdie thought it would be. When the guards told her that they would be moving her to an asylum, she immediantly thought of the typical Hollywood blockbuster asylum. You know the creepy, old abandoned building that was crumbling to pieces because of the cockroach infestation, and the crazy people that just might be demon possessed. However, as the new guards gagged her with a piece of cloth and then ushered her in through the door, there were no insects crawling across the floor and no crazed, wailing criminals.
Birdie gazed around the area, feeling as if she had just entered in a college dorm room. There were multiple couches, a cooking unit, and a pool table off in a side room. People fluttered around, but stopped to watch as the brand new freak entered their little home away from home. She smiled at some of them around the gag, eyeing each of them for any weaknesses. The guards yanked ok her chains, pulling her away from possible victims and heading down a hall on the first floor. They passed multiple cells of all different type of people, but one cell in particular bothered her.
The man inside recoiled in disgust as she passed and grabbed his head in pain, "Cannibal..." Birdie's eyebrows shot up in shock. She had never seen this man, he hadn't never seen her, so how could he possibly know that she was a cannibal? He turned away from her at her gaze and the guards once more pushed her along, "Keep moving!"
Birdie snorted and made her feet move despite her dislike for these men. They lead her to a empty cell and after they ungagged her, threw her into the cell in one swift motion. She tripped over herself and had to use the bed on he wall for support. Rebounding, she darted back to the door as it swung shut in front of her and shoved her hands through the bars, "Don't leave yet! We haven't even had dinner!" The guards visiblable stiffened at her loud jab and Birdie snickered to herself before retreating back into her cell. Echo - w/ Birdie Echo had been shivering quite a bit as she walked down the halls. Her eyes were wide in horror as she stared down at her feet. There's no way I'd be able to stay with these people... They're all so horrifying. I never even did something wrong! Echo previously had a calm and quiet life. She was an only child, raised by two hardworking rich parents who pushed the thoughts through her brain that if she didn't get high enough grades she would fail for her whole life. One day she broke, and screamed for five minutes total. She ended up giving the people around her brain damage due to the sound waves. After this had happened, her so-called family disowned her, and left her for streets. She can hardly speak nowadays. She stumbled on her blanket as she heard the sounds of a cell slamming, and as she looked ahead she saw a few guards locking up a cell, and getting ready to walk off. She couldn't help but feel curious of what had just happened, therefore she quietly walked ahead- being cautious of the guards of course. A chain around her foot clicked against the cement ground as she appeared in front of the cell and she slowly peeked inside. Who's the- Her thoughts were cutoff as she saw a small lady in the back of her cell. Echo cocked her head. Is she alive? She leaned in closer to the bars to get a better look.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 20, 2016 23:10:29 GMT -5
She leaned back, narrowing her eyes in interest. It was clear that he wasn't telling her the full extent of his powers, which was fine considering she had no intentions of telling him what she could do with her own powers. She shrugged, before opening up her palm, creating a small illusion of a flame in it, turning it into a fiery rose. She glanced at him with a thin smile, "Its just a little trick I learned as a kid, pretty neat, huh?" She said with a small laugh, studying him for a bit longer. "I can't believe they only just caught you." She said flatly, noticing how calm this guy seemed to be. It didn't make sense, all of the newcomers where terrified when they came to the asylum. She crushed the fire in her palm, almost forgetting to conjure up smoke from her palm.
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