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Post by forestpaw on Feb 7, 2017 19:21:05 GMT -5
((I'll post in a bit. I've got homework first
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 7, 2017 22:02:06 GMT -5
Both hybrids and telekinetics are allowed, just not both at once I take it?)
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 8, 2017 18:05:59 GMT -5
Amaya sat with her legs crossed, leaning against the cold wall of the stone cell. She fiddled with the small woven bracelets around her wrist her mother used to give her every birthday until she as takento this horrible place. Amaya had thick, black hair that was nearly weaving down to a little below her shoulders. At the moment she was wearing a black crop top with longsleaves, the back of the shirt was cut out to the bottom where both ends of the shirt were tire together to prevent the shirt from falling off. She also wore a short, all back skirt. It wasn't the most cosy outfit, but it was the only outfit she had ever sense she was taken. Amaya went from twisting aroufn her braclets to playing with her dark brown skin. Amaya had fairly clear skin, and if it weren't for the many scars placed everywhere on her body it would be almost perfect.
((Ay! Stranger things! I love that show!!! Oh, can Amay be a hybrid aswell?
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 8, 2017 20:26:44 GMT -5
((Alrighty ^^
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 8, 2017 20:40:21 GMT -5
Amaya sighed as she heard the boy's voice, "maybe." She said simply. The girl then stood and began to pace with her arms crossed, "testing any better today?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 11, 2017 16:40:06 GMT -5
Amaya let out a slight laugh, "don't let them know that," she said, "they'll just work you harder!"
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 11, 2017 16:41:11 GMT -5
((also, noticed you like Steven universe! I loooove it too! My profile pic is actually stevonnie with a diffrent outfit on
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 16:51:45 GMT -5
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 11, 2017 20:57:18 GMT -5
((Yeah. Well from what I think. I mean it is jump in. But don't take my word for it ^^
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Jump in Rp
Feb 11, 2017 21:08:32 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 21:08:32 GMT -5
Okay kewl, I'll join in a little bit
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 21:20:50 GMT -5
{so they're in the same cell?}
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 12, 2017 11:24:37 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 11:48:07 GMT -5
Ben picked up his head from where it was resting on his arms when he heard the others speak. They made him shake his head quite often. In his opinion, they were all ignorant, only one has he grown somewhat close to. But Ben still couldn't say he considered her a best friend. But compared to everyone else, she might as well be. Ben rolled his eyes at Amaya's comment. "Let him be. They'll work us hard no matter what. Maybe we'll be lucky, and die sooner." He scoffed, his icy blue eyes cold and hard. For someone they assumed to be 14, he was often moody or rude. That's what happens though when someone was mixed with an animal as stubborn as a wild wolf. He ran a hand through his messy blonde-turning silver hair, in a lazy attempt to organize it.
"Shut up Ben." A girl who was around 17 years old hissed. She cared for Ben, sure, but he was always a bit too pessimistic about everything. She was leaning against a wall, with her arms crossed over her chest. Her name was Belle, but to the scientists, she was TS-19. She obtained the name Belle a while ago, from another one of their experiments. And Ben? He was TS-10, but Ben rhymed with Ten, and so that was his name now. "We're not going to die. They want is alive, and will make sure to keep it that way."
Ben turned his head to look at Belle, his lips drawn into a thin line. "You make it sound like you want them to keep you alive." He mumbled before resting his chin on his arm again while he sat with his knees drawn up.
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 12, 2017 12:21:21 GMT -5
Amaya looked at the boy with a slight eye roll, "you don't think I know that by now?" she argued. Amaya suddenly didn't feel like being around anyone, she longed to be with her mother, or curled up in her own bed. She sighed and crossed her arms wile walking over to the right corner closest to the entrance of the cell and curled up there, looking at her bare feet which were cold from being on the hard ground. Why had they taken her and killed her family who were just like her? Why did they choose her? The youngest daughter of the family! Why not the oldest, and strongest son? Why not the smarted daughter? Why not her brave mother? Why not her father, which were all of her familie's amazing traits combined? Why did they take the runt of the family?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 12:36:06 GMT -5
Ben huffed and raised an eyebrow in Amaya's direction. "By your statement, it sure didn't sound like you knew." He pointed out, bis tone an annoying sort of even. He was good at that, getting on people's nerves. It wasn't something he liked to do, but perhaps his cold hard reality was too much for them anyways. They want to have 'hope' or whatever. That word was not in his vocabulary. Not since they kidnapped him to begin experiments of mixing the DNA of animals with that of humans. Ben didn't know why they were doing what they were doing, he just knew he would rather not be a part of it.
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 12, 2017 13:05:26 GMT -5
Amaya ignored the response and stood up. She paced once more. "There has to be a way out of here," she was telling herself. There was a loud bang from the hallway. She didn't bother to look, she knew it was just another hostile being taken for the torture they call testing. Amaya put her hair Ina pony tail to distract the want to bang on the cell door and screaming in hopes someone down here was sane enough to hear them and help them.
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Post by forestpaw on Feb 12, 2017 13:21:57 GMT -5
Amaya rolled her eyes and whispered, "I don't care. Rather die than do what they tell me to," she said sharply. She finished her hair before walking over to the door and banging on it just twice, "hey!" She yelled angerky, though fear was mixed in to her tone. She could see people coming and banged on the door more. Was this ignorant? Yes. Was it practically suicide? Probably. But her mind was fogged with thoughts that this just seemed to be the only thing she could do at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 15:18:56 GMT -5
That was when Ben got up from where he was sitting. He was tall for his age, quite tall and 5'9". It must be the animal DNA that did that, but who would know. He grabbed Amaya by the arm and pushed her against the wall. "Want to shut up? If I die, it's not going to be for something as stupid as starving." He said in a low tone, his eyes no longer calculating but furious. Ben released her and moved a few steps away, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Are you done?" He asked, his tone obviously not concerned about how she felt. Amaya can be taken away for all he cared, as long as he didn't starve it was fine.
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