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Post by . on Jul 28, 2017 17:12:38 GMT -5
(Sounds good)
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Post by Gengar on Jul 28, 2017 17:12:51 GMT -5
the real question is, when will the mutants actually get breakfast
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 28, 2017 17:13:08 GMT -5
(I'm gonna go somewhere with my friends tonight but tomorrow I should be free all day!)
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2017 17:22:10 GMT -5
[ I'm all on board for the breakfast and bond dealio to begin. Time to roll up that metal wall and start the buffet table. I totally wouldn't mind throwing up a quick interlude for that ;D ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2017 17:35:12 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - So many mutants. She had always known she wasn't the only one --what would have been the point of her infiltrating the project at all if she'd be the only mutation there? Some failure that would be-- but seven? She looked around the table, brow furrowed with curiosity. She had a point in being here: she was needed to gather in depth intel on the whole project and after staking it out for a few days she knew becoming part of it would be the only way to logically do so. But what were their reasons for sticking around and staying strong? Just the raw will to survive, or were they promised something else? Or did they, too, willingly join the project in order to help slaughter more innocent people with their newfound powers?
Jasmine forced herself to stay neutral. Odds were they were just pulled off the streets and forced into the position. From the muted whispers she heard, many of the subjects had been failures. Only teens and young adults survived the procedure. She knew it had something to do with brain malleability and some sort of plates, the Professor would know what that meant, but Jasmine sure didn't. Even then she figured the death count must have been high for a project this big.
Seven other mutants. With her that was eight. A full squad. So many new faces and new voices overwhelmed her, and for a moment she wished they would all be silent so she could take it all in and sort things out. But that was not meant to be, especially when a crunching, metallic screech sounded to the left of the room. The metal window was moving, sliding up and away into the cement. It moved slowly but steadily. A piece snapped across the gap in the top where it disappeared, leaving a seamless square of open space.
The reality of what was behind didn't sink in until the smells hit her. Eggs, bacon. The sticky, cloying sting of sugar mixed with the harsh and bold odor of raw coffee beans. So much food. She hadn't seen food like that for weeks. Her stomach growled with the smells and the anticipation of eating something that had actual flavor. Jasmine grinned. Breakfast was served.
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Post by carmine. on Jul 28, 2017 18:40:12 GMT -5
hey guys sorry for not being here; i'll make sure to read everything and hopefully post something after i take this nearly 5 hour long test! )
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Post by lozi on Jul 28, 2017 18:42:19 GMT -5
It's okay Al. Best of luck!
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2017 18:52:43 GMT -5
good luck !!
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Post by Gengar on Jul 28, 2017 21:48:14 GMT -5
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 28, 2017 21:58:32 GMT -5
I'll respond after you, tomorrow though since Im going to sleep now c:
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Post by Gengar on Jul 28, 2017 22:05:07 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 couldn't focus on a single other thing when the window started to open and he began smelling food. Despite his exhaustion, he bolted up. He didn't even glance backwards as he headed for the meats: eggs, bacon, real breakfast.
His first thought was that he was going to eat before the guards came in declaring that it was a mistake. He was going to eat like the hungry animal he was.
He grabbed a plate of bacon and then a plate of cooked eggs. He realized, of course that he couldn't eat anything if both hands were full, so he poured the bacon onto the egg plate and headed back to his seat, munching on a piece of bacon as he walked.
"If anyone tries to take this from me I'm flying to the ceiling and I'm not coming down," he warned, although he was smiling. He wasn't joking about the warning though, he was just happy that he was eating bacon again for the first time in years. "****, first candy in the morning, now a full breakfast buffet? Malley Jr. has really outdone himself," Oscar joked.
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Post by . on Jul 28, 2017 22:18:46 GMT -5
(Sorry. I got roped into doing stuff and now I'm too tired to reply so I'll get one up tomorrow)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 28, 2017 23:17:39 GMT -5
(Hey guys sorry had a busy day. I will be free tomorrow all day though.)
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Post by carmine. on Jul 29, 2017 4:13:13 GMT -5
( hey guys, i'm finally done with that darn test so i got the chance to read through everyone's post. i'll definitely type something out after mystic or just anytime tomorrow, too! )
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Post by Brownie on Jul 29, 2017 9:47:10 GMT -5
[ busy today but got my post in so I think I should be good, considering the activity here lately lol]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 29, 2017 11:57:10 GMT -5
[ rip i barely slept last night and just did almost ten hours working outside & on my feet im dead i might?? try and reply later tonight but tbh it'll probably be tomorrow haha ]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 29, 2017 12:19:23 GMT -5
T orrian M arin 》 As more and more mutants poured in, equally confused, the young man didn't move an inch. Simply keeping one ankle over a knee, arms relaxed, his bubblegum-crowned head inclined just enough to be considered alert, his gaze hidden by the dark lenses of his glasses. More words, more names, more behaviors. All of it the chameleon was studying and categorizing, every move the others made, every word they said, every breath they took- all he was aware of the moment it happened. The loss of clear and easy eyesight meant his alertness was much sharper than most of the others, the facets of the inside of the lenses unwittingly allowing him to glance at angles of others. Truly, nothing was hindering Torrian, a man in his element chained only by the electric pulse buzzing lightly at the soft skin of his neck and around his arms and legs.
The smells caught him off guard, but the only indication of it was the turn of his head and the opening of his doll-like lips in a wondering. almost teasingly scandalized, expression of an open smile. Shifting slowly after his companions, his rasping voice was delicate, sweet-like, lightly teasing,
" Now, now, don't you respect your elders? Care to guide my hands? "
Pale, long-fingered hands were outstretched, seemingly knowing where to go. But it appeared he was having difficulty figuring out exactly where the plates of food were, fingers gently tracing the top of the table before reaching plate-edges. His voice drawled with amusement,
" Nah, you can go wolf down your food Oscar, I doubt anybody gon' take it from you. "
It was utterly impossible to tell if Torrian, in general, was serious or not. Was he really unable to easily see the food, with his pink-haired head swinging lightly from side to side as though to get different angles? A wonder, really.
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Post by carmine. on Jul 29, 2017 13:10:58 GMT -5
Julian Noel Andreasen ♤ ♤ ♤
He was more than bemused. Eggs and bacon being served as their breakfast? And not only that, but there were so many others similar to himself who were all sitting around the table. Was the world coming to an end?
Well, he thought, letting his propped up hand drop from his cheek so that he could look up a little at the food portions that were being served to them, if the world was going to end, it could end after he was done eating. The only sign that he’d perked at the scent was how both of his slender hands were resting against the surface of the table and his hazel eyes - which had taken on a subtle glow - had flickered over to where the plates were being served. It wouldn’t surprise him if someone came waltzing through those doors suddenly announcing that their breakfast had been delivered to the wrong people, and then proceeded to take each and every last scrap away from their plates. But heck, he thought as he rose. He wasn’t going to let that happen. Not when the smell and sight of food inspired cramps to gyrate in his stomach. He wasn't fazed by too many things, but this entire situation was all incredibly difficult to swallow.
Instinctively, before he’d realised it himself, he felt more than inclined to help whoever - his name was Torrian, wasn’t it? - had asked the question, though he stopped himself from actually doing so by not so casually crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re probably the youngest here,” he instead huffed a little with a slightly raised eyebrow. He was most likely wrong - for all he knew Torrian could be the oldest of this bunch. He hadn’t had a clue of their ages, but it was just a sentence that he found himself saying anyway because he felt slightly awkward, and as such felt a small need to say something to fill that space - it didn't matter what he'd said. Aside from that, he was surprised at himself for being so willing to help someone he did not know. He’d thought that aspect of himself had been buried and sealed away after arriving in this confinement.
It was then he heard one word that made him stop any of his thoughts entirely. “Candy?” He then repeated. “Candy in the morning. Did I hear that right?” His mouth opened just so subtly to form a small, disbelieving ‘o’ when he word really progressed in his mind. How’d that happen?” Good grief, where had he been when this had happened?
( sorry if this reply is really bad guys; it's super late here and my brain's refusing to cooperate ^^" )
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 29, 2017 13:42:15 GMT -5
(your reply is good Al ^^ I'll get one up soon~)
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Post by . on Jul 29, 2017 14:22:24 GMT -5
Andi continued her whole 'look-like-I-don't-care' thing until the food came out. The smell of the fresh food caught her off guard and her stomach grumbles.
Suddenly, she was back at her kitchen table at home. Her body was a lot smaller than it was now. She was a kid. Her older brothers sat on either side of her, and her mother was bringing over plates piled high with eggs and bacon and sausage and hash browns.
"Check this out, Andi," Sam said, sitting on her right. She turned and watched him preform a card trick, something that had blown her little mind all those years ago.
"Can you pour some orange juice, Michael?" her mother asked. Michael stood up, grabbing an unopened carton of orange juice from the fridge. After pouring four glasses, he sat back down.
"Daddy!" Andi remembered shouting, when her dad pushed open the door after a tough night shift. She hugged him tightly.
Once her father sat down at the table and her mother brought over the last platter filled with toast, the happy family sat down for one large breakfast together.
Andi opened her eyes, looking around. Hopefully nobody had noticed how alarmed she was when she had left the flashback. It was a good memory- her last meal with her entire family. Sam had died that night in a car crash. She'd never forget that day.
Andi stood up, piling a plate high with all different types of food. Her stomach growled once again. "Part of me feels like this is either a dream or a trick, but I don't care," Andi said to no one in particular as she sat down and began stuffing too many eggs into her mouth. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after swallowing the bite of eggs.
"Or they've changed their minds and decided to start treating us like human beings," she said, sarcasm dripping into her voice. She didn't believe that one for a second, but it was very possible that this could be a trick. And what was her solution? Eat as much as this as she possibly could before the bad part came.
Andi stuffed a piece of bacon in her mouth, followed by a sausage. She began to slow down after clearing a good portion of her plate.
After this Im gonna be too stuffed to move for a week, Andi thought, but she didn't care.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 31, 2017 19:32:41 GMT -5
Some of the other prisoners seemed friendly enough. The others seemed more withdrawn, and wanting to keep to themselves. Not that this bothered Hunter too much. He was perfectly willing to sit in companionable silence, awaiting whatever it was they were gathered here for. It was then that the smell hit him. Immediately, his mouth began to water uncontrollably. "What was that amazing, scrumptious, oh so delightful smell, and where was it coming from?" He turned just in time to see the plates of food line up. Actual food! For so long, Hunter had eaten nothing more than the same "meal" that had been provided to him day in and day out. "1 bowl of porridge, 1 slice of bread. A glass of water and a protein bar. Two little yellow pills to keep his scream in check. The guards personally made sure he swallowed those. This was all he was given in terms of food. He hadn't seen real food in 10 years.
He grabbed a plate as quick as humanly possible, and carried it back to the table as fast as possible, unable to keep his hands from shaking. He finally set the plate down and examined the contents. Bacon, eggs, toast with butter, two sausages, and a muffin. It was heaven in a white ceramic circle. He dug in, and then the rest of the world was deaf to him. Not only was he insanely hungry, but the taste was what really got to him. After eating such bland and tasteless food for so many years, his tongue had pretty much gone numb to taste. It practically stung now from the flavors - the tang of the butter, the saltiness of the bacon, the deep rich meaty flavor of the sausage and the soft, smooth eggs. It was 2 minutes until he remembered to breathe and finally leaned back, butter and grease running down his chin. He didn't care, though. Who knew when the next opportunity for a meal like this would come. Finally, he grabbed a napkin and wiped himself clean, before getting up and heading for seconds. His stomach, unused to such a large meal, groaned in protest, but he soundly ignored it. He was eating until he burst.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 31, 2017 20:44:14 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - Jasmine waited behind as the other mutants rushed for the food. She couldn't help but to observe, slightly amused, but also slightly afraid. What wouldn't these starved men --and woman, she added-- do for some real food? Jasmine still could remember the taste of breakfasts with the Professor and Mikhail, just over a month ago.
The mutants ate as if they had never seen food before and only wondered at its tastes. She paused until they had taken what they wanted --plates heaping with large portions of eggs and meat-- before she ventured over the tiled floor for some food of her own. Her stomach growled appreciatively as she gathered crunchy strips of bacon and spooned a good portion of eggs onto her plate. She left the sausages untouched: even starving she wouldn't be eating those, the spices made her stomach turn.
She laughed as Oscar sat to the side, his wings hunched protectively around his plate. She took her original seat again, more comfortable sitting there than moving to a new one. She knew everyone would notice if she intentionally picked a new spot and she didn't want to draw that sort of attention to herself. Then again, she was conspicuous with her smaller helping and her slow pace. Already some of the mutants had finished their plates and were checking the counter for seconds.
At least that was one thing: whoever prepared this meal, and the gathering, most likely, didn't cut corners. The food was well cooked and lightly seasoned, tasteful without being overbearing. And there was plenty left, even after the first wave of mutants took a good chunk out of each of the platters. She skewered a clump of egg with her fork and savored the bite. The other mutants were too occupied with food to talk, united as they were through the shared feast. Jasmine didn't know why they were there, but she let herself relax and enjoy the simple kinship of the breakfast.
And the food, of course.
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Post by lozi on Aug 4, 2017 9:27:25 GMT -5
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Post by Brownie on Aug 4, 2017 9:43:32 GMT -5
yo
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 4, 2017 14:00:52 GMT -5
Should we skip to the training part?
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 4, 2017 14:06:59 GMT -5
Im here! Was waiting for others to reply c:
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Post by lozi on Aug 4, 2017 14:41:06 GMT -5
✦ ┇ W ι ɳ I think that would be best. Do you want to have your characters escorted to the training area?
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Post by . on Aug 4, 2017 14:48:17 GMT -5
(I'm here but leavin for work soon)
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Post by carmine. on Aug 4, 2017 14:49:43 GMT -5
hey guys, it's 5am over here so i'm gonna have to go and sleep now but i'll be back later! )
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 4, 2017 16:10:20 GMT -5
✦ ┇ W ι ɳ I think that would be best. Do you want to have your characters escorted to the training area? (Yeah sure! I'll reply soon)
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