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Brynn Syvra frowned slightly when Thorn failed to mention the last half of her name, but inwardly she shrugged and watched Thorn's reaction to Brynn Syvra's statement about her name. Brynn Syvra was once a drug lord, so she could gauge people's reactions very well. You had to in that kind of business. If you didn't, you either ended up dead or arrested. Thorn laughed and looked relieved. Aw, so Thorn might not be her real name, she thought, filing away that little tidbit of information for later.
When Thorn talked about what happened to her when her powers were activated, Brynn Syvra's mouth formed a straight line. "I suppose I'm the only one who is experiencing anything significant then," she said, gazing at her dark purple hair. "I assume I'm correct when I say that I'm the only who has mysterious scarring on the outside of my right leg? Like 4 or 5 huge pins (huge pins in my head equal 3 or 4 inches) were inserted into my leg at intervals from my ankle to my thigh?" Brynn Syvra turned to look at the rest of them to see their reactions.

Arashi rubbed the back of her neck as she sat up. Her eyes were numb, but not the sat-on-your-hand kind of numb, the in-so-much-pain-it's-hard-to-accept kind of numb. Her head pounded slightly, and her entire right side ached. She took her left arm, feeling the back of her neck. There was a scar there, from stitches; obviously she had gotten hurt enough to be heavily sedated, since she didn't remember how she had hurt herself, and she seemed to have a migraine.

Probably just a hunger or pain headache... I don't get eye strain headaches... do I? I don't remember having glasses... but I don't remember not having them, either...

She tried to sit up, and did so, with a surprisingly little amount of difficulty. The scar on her neck had led her to believe that she had at least had deep tissue damage; if not severe spinal cord displacements. She slipped a hand up the grey nightshirt she wore, feeling her way up the spine, for any bad bruising or displacements.

"Well, ********." she said awkwardly, probably from the sedatives? she'd been given, but then again, she felt strangely clearheaded. If not for the apparent nagging feeling that something... no, alot was missing, she felt great.

Considering she'd been in an accident.

If she'd even been in an accident.

She stood up, and a slip of paper fell from the back of her nightgown. It was saturated with sweat and imprined with some of the deeper scars on her back, but when she looked at it, she could discern bits of the awkwardly unfamiliar spidery scrawl.

"Arashi... Alisen ...Memory... affected... experimentation, Dr. Gerard, special powers, guards, solitary confinement, temporary, speech issues, White ridge academy," That send a cascade of memories back to her; ones about her confinement. She'd been having trouble with movement and speech, and kept here. Why, she had no idea.

She stood, feeling stiff and miserable. "That's...right." she said. "The doctor- he was... ********." she collapsed back onto the stiff, small-mattressed bed. "Wonder what my... ability... is." she went to the door of the room, opened it, and looked, surprised, at the doorknob, her hand still clenched around it. huh. would've thought my door would have been locked. but... the movement problems, would have impeded me until now. So it would have been moot. She looked blearily around the boring hallway.

Hearing a shout from a room none too far away, Arashi walked to the source of the noise. "...Hello?" she asked the reinforced door, and knocked. She felt a bit fuzzy still, but the pain was easy to handle; she had obviously been in some form of accident(s), though she couldn't remember having any. "Hello? Are... you alright?" the words felt thick and ungainly as they rolled off of her tongue; showing the blend accent she had gained by visiting her homes in egypt and japan. Usually I can hide it... but... ********>

((It's not that short.))

She looked at the door, wiggling the handle for a second, and then went for another direction. She scanned the hallway for people, then took a pen out of the front pocket in her grey nightgown, and shoved it into one of the hinges. The thing slid almost all the way out, and she grabbed it, pulling it the rest of the way out by hand so it wouldn't make any noise. "I'm... working on getting... you out." She got the second hinge out, and said, "I can't open the door, but I'll have you kick the door where the hinges should be. That'll open it." She stepped, out of the radius of the door, but was ready to stop it if he kicked it too hard. "Don't... kick it too hard." she warned.

She made a quick scan of the hallway, to make sure the place was clear. "C'mon, hurry.I'll tell you once you're out."

"You're... welcome." She put the door back, and then slipped the hinges back into place, then put the pins in. She made sure they were firmly set before she continued. "I've been... here for I don't know... how long. Maybe two years. Maybe two weeks. I think it's been.. a long time, since I remember about as much about here as I do about my life before. I know I was a special circumstance, the doctor kept on saying that, i don't know how many times he said it but" she stopped, and then took a breath. "I wrote down that I was having memory and movement problems. Maybe that's why... they didn't lock my door. We can go back there, I don't want to be caught here." She gestured at a door across the hall and a couple doors down. "I don't know why I'm here..." she looked down at the back of her hand, and caught a faint white scar. "Can you tell... me... the date?" she asked.

Kiri felt her body start tog o numb. If Gerard had gotten hit by the needle or dogged it she wasn't sure. It felt like something was pushing in on her ears and trying to squish her head.

'I hate this.'