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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 22, 2017 17:30:21 GMT -5
I'll like their posts, but if they don't come back I'll remove them. Should I reopen the spots or leave it closed? [ If they dont return by tomorrow, I would reopen the slots. ]
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Post by Gengar on Jul 22, 2017 17:50:32 GMT -5
i'd say reopen the slots (if they don't come back by, say, tomorrow), and if no one claims them by the time the escape begins, remove the slots altogether
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 18:03:13 GMT -5
[ Agreed. We really need a healer/shaman, but the superhuman I think we could possibly do without by using everyone else's abilities together ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 22, 2017 18:04:51 GMT -5
(yeah I would give them until tomorrow than open it back up and if by the time the mutants escape nobody joins than I would just leave it with us since this is a pretty solid group)
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 22, 2017 18:08:50 GMT -5
[ yeah i feel like a healing character would be v useful but agree w everyone, open up if folk don't come back but leave it if nobody wants em by the escape c: ]
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 18:31:27 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 18:31:57 GMT -5
[ Where should we pick up? ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 18:34:34 GMT -5
[ Dunno, I was going to make a crappost about waiting in the cell again xD we really can't do too much until they're all out of the cells. Or at least until breakfast, maybe they'd be allowed a little socialization there? I mean they are supposed to be on the same military unit working together someday. Maybe it's a new thing? Like we've finally gotten all the units working, time to meet your new partners dealio ]
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 18:41:05 GMT -5
[ Dunno, I was going to make a crappost about waiting in the cell again xD we really can't do too much until they're all out of the cells. Or at least until breakfast, maybe they'd be allowed a little socialization there? I mean they are supposed to be on the same military unit working together someday. Maybe it's a new thing? Like we've finally gotten all the units working, time to meet your new partners dealio ] [ Maybe you guys can do breakfast while Jake goes to find his father and while you're doing interactions I can do confrontations with his father and then you guys can come in for the training exercise? ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 18:55:43 GMT -5
[ sounds great, lemme shake something up ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 22, 2017 18:56:30 GMT -5
[ mm sounds like a good plan c8 ]
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Post by lozi on Jul 22, 2017 19:00:01 GMT -5
[ I'll get a post up a little later. ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 19:29:13 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - Jasmine rested as she waited. She was awake, barely, but enjoyed the quiet and the chill of the walls. With her eyes closed and the whir of electricity buzzing lightly against the walls, she could almost imagine she was back home, sitting on the staircase while she waited for the Professor or Mikhail to wake. It had been Jasmine's duty to fetch the laundry from all the different living quarters scattered around the complex, and the Professor insisted that his be close to the laboratories instead of in the residential sector with most the others. Jasmine would wake early to wait on their doorstep. She loved the complex in the early morning, at four or five when everything was silent and no one was bustling through the hallways. It seemed like a ghost town then, but instead of being scary or intimidating, the stillness was peaceful. She'd make the hike over to the Professor's room, knowing that either he or Mikhail, his intern, would open the door to greet her, invite her in, and offer her breakfast. Coffee, if the Professor was around, but she and Mikhail preferred tea and would argue on what to brew on those days when the Professor had stayed late-- or early-- in the labs. Sometimes there would be pastries, other times eggs and fresh sausage.
Jasmine startled herself out of her daydreams by wetness on her chin, and had to wipe her face on her shirt. Food, real food. Her stomach growled with the memories. Surely not with the reality of breakfast, the mutant's special: a protein-shake blend that was both filling and nutritious but tasted like the guards just threw cardboard into the blender. She tried to forget the smell of fresh tea and focused on a small hole in the knee of her pants until she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in?" she asked, standing with a stretch. The door clicked open. The guard was a woman, standing a few inches taller than Jasmine with a halo of shiny black hair. She was tanned with dark eyes. Hispanic, maybe. Jasmine frowned, "no breakfast?"
The guard didn't answer. Most of them ignored when the mutants spoke. Instead she took out a pair of padded cuffs, the ones used for transport, and gestured for Jasmine to turn. She complied, crossing her wrists behind her back so the guard could clip them with cuffs. "Are we going to McDonalds? I really want some of those breakfast sandwich things," Jasmine asked with a smile. She was only prodded towards the door in response. Jasmine shrugged and let herself be led past the other cells. The guard swiped a card from her belt and opened the door on the far side. Two more halls, two more doors. Then we turned into a room on the left, one Jasmine did not think she'd entered before on all the times she'd been poked, prodded, and forced to run obstacle courses for lab testing.
When she stepped inside, she knew for certain she hadn't been her before. It was a cafeteria, like one you'd see in a high school. One of the walls had a window of metal in the side, and three round tables sat on the black-and-white checkered floor. The guard pushed a button on her belt to free the cuffs and prodded Jasmine further inside the room before using the card to exit.
Jasmine walked a few steps in the room, then paused, looking back at the door. This was not normal. Not at all. She was wary. Of all the things the scientists have done, testing the mutants before breakfast was not one of them. A trap? Jasmine looked to the corners of the ceiling, saw the cameras and speakers mounted there. Perhaps. She walked carefully to one of the tables, sat, and waited cautiously for something to happen.
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Post by Gengar on Jul 22, 2017 20:10:00 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 was practically drenched in sweat from the intense training they'd put him through, most of it being stamina training, while some was aimed more at teaching him to make tight turns and dives, something that would come in handy in a forest or city. Though, he hadn't done well, and his side was aching from taking an impact on one of said turns. He wasn't even used to flying that fast.
He was very ready to go back to his cell and fall asleep, but it seemed the people in charge had other ideas. Charlie, a cute guard with wavy blonde hair, put his cuffs on him and began leading him in the wrong direction.
"We going to your house or mine?" he asked her. Although, he knew that wherever they were going, she didn't need clearance from him. She ignored him completely (not as fun as the newbie) and continued walking. Soon, she stopped in front of a door to a room he'd never seen before. Well, he'd seen the door before because all the doors looked the same, but judging by the view through the small window, he'd never seen the room before.
Cautiously, he walked inside, and he noted that Kaede was already seated inside at one of the long cafeteria-style tables. Charlie removed his cuffs before stepping back and shutting the door again. He heard it lock with a confirmatory beep. With the cuffs off and no energy left in Oscar's back to hold them up properly, his wings slumped down, dragging on the ground. At this point, he was so sweaty that he didn't care if they got dirty. He took a seat across from Kaede, leaning forward with his arms on the table.
"I know I've been begging the guards for a date with you, but I didn't think my wish would come true," he told her, smirking. Yup. He definitely set all this up.
Well, the first part wasn't a lie.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 22, 2017 22:27:13 GMT -5
Kellan Parker◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
Kellan didn't fall asleep after Jake left. He turned the words the other man had spoken over in his mind and thought about what he had said. Kell didn't think he could understand their experience, but he had brought up some interesting points. At the end of the day he understood that Jake O'Malley was not responsible for any of their suffering, he didn't blame him.
He leaned against the wall and tilted his head back with a sigh. For the next few hours he played with the starburst wrapper, it still smelled like the candy which was both nice and depressing since it was unlikely he would be having another soon.
Eventually someone rapped on his door loudly and he quickly his the starburst wrapper under his pillow before they entered. He knew the routine, but he was surprised they weren't giving him breakfast. Telekinesis was draining enough, but they had tried testing his abilities before breakfast once before and he had collapsed, blacked out from exhaustion. Since then breakfast always came before training.
He raised his hands so they could make sure he had nothing on him than clasped his hands behind his back and led him down the hall. He shrugged his shoulders to try and shake out the discomfort in his arms from the way they were clasped behind him, but it didn't help. He didn't bother asking them to fix it or tell him where they were headed since it clearly wasn't the training area, the guards didn't care to answer any questions.
Kell scowled as the shoved him forward, his eyebrows knitted in disdain for the guard's rough handling. Soon his attention was drawn to the room they were now in.
A high ceiling with tables that Kell recognized from his school days to be a cafeteria. Even stranger there were two people seated at the table one was female the other had a large pair of wings. Oscar and Kaede. Oscar looked tired and sweaty so he assumed the man had just finished training.
The guards undid his cuffs, but not the collar much to his annoyance. That usually only came off during training though so he figured he shouldn't get his hopes up anyway.
He rubbed his wrists and approached with a slight nod in greeting. "Hey. This is weird, right?" He took a seat beside Oscar and glanced over his shoulder at the guards watching in the corner.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 22, 2017 22:30:41 GMT -5
[ I'll be awake enough to respond tomorrow c; ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 22:43:19 GMT -5
[ mk we can do a bit of sitting before then ;D ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2017 23:48:01 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - She waited around five minutes before the doors opened again. Another guard, not the one that had brought Jasmine in. Sometimes she wondered how many people it actually took to run this place. She always seemed to see new ones popping up. She pondered that while the guard unlocked Oscar's cuffs.
The way he walked showed anything but the assured confidence he had in the hallway. His wings drooped, the tips flat against the tiled floor. She could imagine his exhaustion; being put through every physical torment imaginable for the sake of numbers, it did lend the mutants a sense of comradeship in their mistreatment. It was because of this that she was able to respect how Oscar was able to pull himself together to give her a smirk. "I know I've been begging the guards for a date with you, but I didn't think my wish would come true."
Jasmine gave him a smile in return. She was a bit surprised by the comment, although she doubted its validity. The guards rarely treated them like anything but dumb animals, let alone grant them wishes. It wasn't the lie that surprised her. She'd been flirted with back home, sure, but oftentimes her friends or her brother would impose themselves first. Usually to the point where she couldn't get a word in edgewise, not that she had anything to say. However, she and Oscar were the only ones in the room, so she knew some reply was in order. She forced her thoughts into order by sheer willpower. "You think they really would do that?" she replied tangentially.
She flinched when the door beeped again. She'd chosen a seat facing the door, knowing if anything would happen it would come from that direction. Another mutant arrived, or at least she guessed it was. He, too, was cuffed and shoved unceremoniously into the room with them. She hadn't seen too many of the mutants since she arrived --they kept them separate-- and didn't know this one either. However, she did recognize his voice when he called over. He was one of the voices from the drama earlier that morning. Either way, she was grateful for his presence. "Unless this guy also begged the guards for a three-way date, hm?" she asked Oscar with a grin.
--- Poor awkward girl she hasn't really been on the receiving end of flirts before xD also rn the only gal in the rp. Kinda feel bad for her, but also relate so much so this works also (last also, promise) the last one's a bit awkward cuz I jammed a bunch of pieces together and in between and it just doesn't sound good anymore but that's just how it'll be cuz it's 1am and I need sleep more than that paragraph needs to sound good.
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Post by Gengar on Jul 23, 2017 0:54:00 GMT -5
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Post by Gengar on Jul 23, 2017 0:54:12 GMT -5
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Post by Gengar on Jul 23, 2017 1:11:10 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 turned back to see Kellan also arriving. "Mm, I may have requested a three-way. Didn't think that'd happen," he replied nonchalantly. He blew a kiss to the newcomer.
"Kellan! Why are you wearing a metal choker?" he hummed. His nose scrunched up at the absolutely horrible fashion Kellan had. "I've got so many questions about how you busted out of your cell." He didn't really know what anyone else could do in this place, except for Kaede, which he figured had invisibility because he'd glimpsed her disappearing a couple of times in the halls, or when he glanced in her cell and saw her one moment but not the next. Otherwise, it wasn't like he could just ask. Except now.
He figured it would be fruitless to ask if they knew what was going on or what this place was. He knew they were in the same boat as him. He did think of something else, though, which was their weird encounter with Little O'Malley earlier in the morning. Had the kid really expected to find his dad on their floor? Was he really so out of touch with his dad that he went asking mutants (he thought of it in the same condescending voice that O'Malley had used, for added effect) where he was instead? Sounds like serious family problems. Boy, he needs to go see Dr. Phil or something, Oscar thought to himself.
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Post by Gengar on Jul 23, 2017 1:15:32 GMT -5
riiip ugh im so tired tho
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 23, 2017 1:35:12 GMT -5
(I'm on the west coast so it's only 11:30 here~ Replying!)
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Post by Gengar on Jul 23, 2017 1:38:29 GMT -5
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 23, 2017 2:30:00 GMT -5
Kellan Parker◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
Heat rose to Kellan's cheeks in slightly pink flush as they both mentioned a three way and Oscar blew him a seductive kiss. He cleared his throat and glanced away momentarily to gather himself considering it was too easy to frazzle him.
He decided it was best not to address the three way thing since it would probably lead nowhere good, at least not for him. His hands went to the metal collar around his neck than he itched underneath the back of his neck and shrugged. "Yeah I'm trying a new look." He said with good natured sarcasm than shook his head and sighed. "Actually, Dr. O'Malley thought it was necessary after I almost got out. He underestimated my strength. So this," he tapped the collar, "Stops my power somehow while it's on."
Kell looked at Kaede and offered a small, slightly crooked smile. "Hey, I'm Kellan. I don't think I've seen you around much." He said in a friendly way, but kept his voice lower since he didn't want the guards to stop any of their conversations. He knew Oscar since the guy wasn't quiet and it was pretty obvious his wings were his ability, which he had to admit was pretty incredible.
He glanced at Oscar again and sighed a little. "I've got telekinesis, I threw my bed at the cell door and it broke, I didn't get very far though." He explained, it was still frustrating to think about how close he had come.
(Sorry this is so short lol poor Kell this boy is the worst at flirting too tbh it startles him)
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 23, 2017 6:48:40 GMT -5
//whispers so they're all just. going to this room for now right?
i'll reply in a little while ~ it's full on pouring outside but i gotta go out rip
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Post by lozi on Jul 23, 2017 7:57:16 GMT -5
Jake O'Malley "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
Jake left the room, unsure if he even had the energy to deal with his estranged father. He harbored a sort of resent for him, but you couldn't blame Jake. His father was always so wrapped up in his work, never around to play cards or celebrate his birthday. It felt childish to want that, but maybe it was just the longing for a filler for his childhood.
No doubts about it, if Jake could have left the building earlier, he would have. But since his arm was a prototype in working, something they'd never tried before, and they were determined not to lose it.
In order to clear his mind some, Jake returned back to the workshop, where his makeshift gym was set up. He had a bench, some weights, resistance bands, and kettle bells, but that was about the extent of it. It was well enough for him though, he was content with what he could get these days.
Knowing that the next procedure would be scheduled soon, they normally had some form of training in the morning, he went off to find his father again. Most likely, he would be in the training area, preparing for the mutants to come in.
After asking around for which training area was in use- he rarely knew what the schedule was, seeing how little he paid attention to the project - he found his father hunched over a clipboard, scribbling down some notes. He tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump.
Mark O'Malley looked almost exactly like Jake, about the same height, same face structure, and shared cold blue grey eyes. It was no wonder that the mutants couldn't see past his father when they looked at Jake, had he been a little younger and less wrinkly, he probably could be Jake.
"Hey dad." His dad muttered a greeting, but otherwise ignored Jake's attempts to make conversation. "Lovely weather outside, yeah?"
" It's raining, Jake."
Jake sighed with exasperation. There hadn't been a window for him to look outside, so the comment had been a shot in the dark.
"Well if we're not going to have an actual conversation, then I'll just tell you. My arm malfunctioned while I was working at I vaporized your work bench."
Suddenly, his father was interested. Flipping to a clean page in his clipboard, he pushed Jake into the chair across from him. The chair tipped to its back legs, and Jake grabbed the desk to keep from falling.
"What were you doing when it malfunctioned?"
"I was using a hammer and hit my hand. Dad, that's beside the point. I need to go out and get a new work bench."
His father clucked his tongue and shook his head in the most infuriating way, and Jake gritted his teeth. "Not after that stunt you pulled this morning. You know too much. You are not to leave the building anymore."
"WHAT!?" Jake's words were an infuriated roar, as he stood up so quickly the chair was knocked backwards. He took a step forward towards his father, glaring at him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Mark!" He spat. "You can't tell me what to do! I'm not your prisoner!"
Pain bloomed in the back of his head as someone's elbow was jabbed into his occipital bone. Black rimmed the edges of his vision, and he could barely process the back of his legs being kicked out from underneath him. He went down, hard, slamming the side of his face into the desk of a table. He could feel a wound opening up, and he grunted in pain. He raised a hand to touch his cheek, but it was yanked back, as was his other hand.
He was tossed back into the chair, his arms painfully cuffed behind him. The sides of the chair dug into his arms, and groaned at the headache rising in his head. Was this how they treated the other mutants? His father had stepped out of the room, leaving him with his infuriated thoughts. He hadn't even attacked his father, or intended to! When they looked at him they saw his father, yet maybe a mutant as well.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 23, 2017 8:20:52 GMT -5
T orrian M arin 》 Watching Jake O'Malley leave was a shame- he'd hoped to glean more information. He just loved to learn. Anyway, the man's parting words were enough to give Torrian a message, and a continued inkling of how to continue interaction with him. It would seem that personal personality and feelings would have to be set aside. He would have to do what he does best.
The heavy clanking of metal alerted the young man that there was a vistor- two visitors, no- three visitors at his door. His fingers paused where they were fixing the jewels upon the edges of his hazel-grey eyes, listening as the padlock of his door was opened, a sliding door at that, moved out of the way for the guards to come through. Ah, yes, he knew these ones. Rob, Joe, and little lady Maria. All were quite quiet, and not all that friendly, always wary of him. One would be correct to be, as one couldn't look away for a second from the man who could teleport. It was like he had the whole city mapped out in his mind, even if he'd never been to a particular spot. It was remarkable, really. Not that he still didn't know asmuch about their families as he knew of his own. His gaze was narrowed, his expression unreadable, as they watched the big chunks of charged metal the guards held in gloved hands. A pair of incredibly dark glasses dangled from Maria's hand.
It wasn't pleasant to get those chains put on. They were the longest chains he saw anyone else wear, and they connected to the metal wall of his cage, attached to a pulley-like system on the inside. It was just like an adjustable dog leash. The magnetic, electric force circulated through it as they clamped it around his neck tightly, feeling the static spark his skin a moment enough for him to wink with his left eye, but make no other moves. The collar itself had two chains coming off the sides, both of which were then coiled around his arms and attached to two metal wristbands. Well, at least he could move his body still. A metal belt was attached to his waist, similar to the collar, and the two chains wrapped round and round his legs to leak into cuffs at his boots' ankles. Brandishing two regular handcuffs, the young man held his already-bound wrists to be clamped upon once more. Maria pushed the glasses onto his face- irritating things with a faceted inside, making him dizzy and throw off his balance, an extra measure to try to prevent him from thinking of where he wanted to teleport to and to do so with precision. With the three guards flanking him, he began the trek to where it was they were leading him to, chains dragging behind him and length becoming longer as he distanced himself from the wall. Who was controlling that thing, anyway?
The glasses may be dark, but this was a different way than they usually went, and so he forced his eyes open to blink, squint, wink, and grimace, forcing himself to study the distorted hallways and doors. He knew they went through multiple doors, made multiple turns, before a door was opened and he was shepherded inside. He could hear voices in here- was he being put on display? A pair of hands turned him around, he heard the clanking of metal, and suddenly the heavy weight of the chain that tied him to his wall was off his back. The magnetic field faltered only a moment, before a sort of odd drilling noise sounded, and whatever his guards had used instilled the field once more. Darn. He was turned around again, the handcuffs dropping from his wrists, and then the door was closed and he was by himself. Or, rather, without guards. For what he could see through his lenses that wrapped around his eyes were three people? People, he really hoped.
Torrian moved carefully considered he was seeing the table in front of him in five different segmented sections because of his dark lenses, his voice called with confidence despite his shuffling pace,
" Anyone need a grandparent? 'Cause here I am. "
It was a teasing tone to take considering the amount of metal dripping down his arms and legs, feet sliding across the floor so not to bump into anything. Even in that, he looked as graceful as a feline, knowing exactly how to angle his head to find the sweet spot of the glasses to see regularly. Smiling with his full, doll-like lips, he took a comfortable seat beside them. Not like he could teleport there anyway, the light buzzing feeling around his neck reminded him of that. Lifting his glasses for a moment off his visage, Torrian fixed them with the natural sharpness of his expressive green eyes, unnatural jewel studs against his eyelids and corners twinkling in the shifts of his gaze, studying them each in turn with a soft hum in his throat. Slowly sliding his glasses back down, he questioned calmly, arm thrown over the back of the chair beside him,
" Apologies for barging in on your conversation. Please, are you willing to give me your names? I am Torrian, by the way. "
An easy conversationalist, he was. Was this even the real Torrian? Who knew. Not that they would be any wiser.
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 23, 2017 9:47:43 GMT -5
Felix Halloran
Felix caught snatches of sleep in the handful of hours after mini-O'Malley made his departure. His only real sense of time and its passing came from simply judging whether it was night or day or somewhere in between by how sleepily the guards spoke or moved or when they changed over. The knocking against the other doors pulled him out of sleep before it reached his own, but he lay there with disinterest until it did. What was going on, anyway? They hadn't even had anything to eat yet, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was suddenly and annoyingly aware of the pit of hunger in his stomach. But when the solo guard appeared at his door, he didn't ask questions. She had one of those closed-up, 'I'm not revealing anything' sort of faces. I mean, not that he was going to ask even if she didn't.
He was moved about with relative freedom; no cuffs or collars or odd devices that he had noted on some of the others. Nice, in a way, but also quite telling that he wasn't deemed enough of a threat to be worthy of such measures. Just the faint, guiding touch of a hand against his shoulder as they moved down the corridor. Presumably they knew he couldn't simply shift at a moment's notice and tear an arm off or something, and as a mere human... well, an eight-year-old could probably beat him in an arm wrestle. All that aside, it wasn't like he'd ever endeavoured to cause anybody trouble either. He didn't speak to the guards - didn't know a thing about them besides who were the more experienced and who were newer. Anything else he heard or picked up, he didn't care enough to hold on to it. In his training he did the minimum possible to make everyone satisfied with his progress, and then he went back to the rooms and kept quiet and slept, and imagined clouds and escaping ants and far off places with tigers and sunshine and whatever else to not rip his own brain out with boredom. And mostly just hoped that he could stick this out to a happy end. Or at least one where he was still alive.
He was pushed in just gently when the reached the room, and Felix complied, if a bit tentatively. It was a cafeteria-esque sort of room; tables and a high ceiling and ugly fluorescent lighting. Not one he'd ever stepped inside of, he was sure, but it didn't really surprise him that there were rooms here that even over years, he hadn't seen. It was just that kind of place. Around the table, four of his peers. His golden-brown eyes danced between them as he wandered forwards.
"What's going on?" he asked, and sat down hesitantly with them. He blinked around at the sort-of familiar, sort-of not faces. Everyone looked a bit different when you were actually close to them, and with nothing between them. His eyes rested on Torrian - or, rather, his bubblegum pink locks - and briefly imagined him as a whirl of candy floss around a stick, with the jewel-encrusted eyes just sort of... floating there. He turned back into a human face pretty quick; it was a bit of a stretch, after all. But still a fun image. He partly suppressed a small smile.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 23, 2017 11:27:58 GMT -5
[ Ahhhhh trying a reply but it's so ew. I'm not accustomed to integrating multiple rper's in a long post style thing, I usually do 1on1's challenge accepted? I may just do a cop out and have them all come within a few minutes of each other ]
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