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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 4:59 am
"A God given power? Ha!" Xanthe scoffed. He hadn't heard that word since mother died 40 years ago...
"Well look here you drunkard..." He took p Sean by the collar and gave him a smirk. "Here, that Gift isn't a gift from god. It's a bloody curse form the devil!"
He threw Sean back, an unnatural air in the room as Xanthe growled. "Here...it's nothing more than a cure that will be your death..." HE turned to Caligdula . "Get him a straight jacket and move him to another cell, one of the special ones." Xanthe stepped to the door, stopped and turned back. "And if you mistake my gender one more time, I'll make sure you will get a new gender..." He smirked and walked out.
Xanthe only made other Gifted suffer...to punish himself. He knew his sisters were right...A gift was a curse, and no one should have it. It poisoned the mind in horrible ways. It gave people an uneasy feeling and outcast you, for hair and eye colors. He wasn't hujman. How could this be human. He ddn't beleive anything anyone told him. Only the bad things.
He sighed as he flipped through the file fresh on his desk. These would go to Caligdula after he was done with them.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:57 pm
Caligdula scoffed and ignored Xanthe's orders. She gave a departing smile. "This has been rather amusing. I have never seen him this agitated. Thank you for that pleasure." She made sure she still had the reports in her hands. Damn that man for giving her the slip again. She frowned when he had called it a curse from a devil. It rubbed her just as wrong as hearing that it was a gift from God. Supernatural entities had nothing to do it. The Gift was one hundred percent artificially engineered. Why it manifested differently in different people was beyond her. She knew that there was one record of a Gifted that was naturally born with no trace back to the research labs in Manhattan...but she didn't want to dwell on such things. It didn't really matter. What mattered was that the country side was cleaned up. It was still littered with Gifted and people that were stupid enough to help them.
She sat back at her desk and just jotted her signature down on the forms that Xanthe had given her. She only read the well enough to make sure she wasn't promising her first born child or anything like that.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:33 pm
I'm not that drunk! These people would never listen to him until his blood level was back to normal. Even though he was legally intoxicated, Sean's brain still functioned well enough. Still, he began to doubt if they'd ever listen to him at all.
He was taken by the collar and thrown on the ground. Devil...what a load of crap. It was the long haired womans 'holier-than-thou' attitude that made his blood boil. More gibbering from the other woman too. IM05? Cambridge? Wasn't this Oxford? Not the one to let an issue rest, Sean was about to express his opinion until the one called Xanthe finished HIS lat comment.
"Eh...ah?...the Lass is...a Lad?"
Turning his back on the two that left he sat on the cell floor and clasped his hands in prayer.
"Lord, forgive me for the vile and lewd thoughts I have been imagining for the past 5 minutes. I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all..."
Lass is a Lad...Lass is a Lad...gah...
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:35 pm
Marcus, a young boy was sitting in the far right corner of his padded room.He had been in the loony bin since he was born.He didn't even know why.He knew that they kept saying he had a gift, but who knew what that meant. All he knew was this was his home, and it was boring as heck.He didn't know what his powers were, and if anything, he would be pleased to be rid of them.
If you were to check his records you would see that he had been handed over at a young age and that he had never killed anyone on the outside.He had assaulted one of the other residents once.But other than that there was little about him.A few medical files other than that nothing.
Mark craned his neck towards the door and sighed.He was lonely, he rarely got to speak with anyone and when he did it was usually just Xanthe.If you were to look at him you would immediatly notice that he was extremely thin, it looked as if he hadn't eaten a thing in months.He wore some hand-me downs that were far to large for him.He turned back to his corner.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:35 pm
Niccea Majeare A voice behind Emily sounded. "Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself too bad did you?" It was one of a boy, but there was no one there. There was only a pair dogs. One of them was yellow lab and the other one was a mutt. The mutt seemed to have some lab in him just because of his size. The lab panted and gave Emily a stupid dog grin. The mutt looked her with a piercing stare that denoted that there was some intelligence in him. Emily brushed herself off. "I'm fine, thankyou. And what are you doing creeping up on me like- hey!" Emily looked around for the boy but he was nowhere to be seen. She could hear the babble of his thoughts though. She tracked them to the mutt. "But- that's- Impossible! Dogs don't talk human! You'd have to be -" She almost said 'like me', but she didn't want to be fooled like before. "-a sort of circus freak!" That must make me a circus freak too, she thought. "My name's Emily Jones. And you are?" she said. What she thought was, This is the first boy I've seen in ages. I really hope I don't smell too bad.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:19 pm
The mutt turned slowly changed into a human boy around the age of thirteen or so. There was pain on his face as he transformed. It wasn't the transformation that was painful. It was the thought of leaving his animal body. He was of a medium height and had the scrawny look of a boy who was still not finished with his growth spurt. He had dishwater blond hair that brushed against the back of his neck. He wasn't dressed normally either. He was wearing clothes, but they seemed to be made out of animal skins. The effect was almost while and very out of place in the English countryside. He finally spoke again. "I'm Fitz and this is Brother." He indicated the yellow lab at his side. "He is just a plain dog though. He can't turn into a human like me." The boy was just a little bit confused. He thought he was an animal that could turn into a boy not the other way around.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:33 pm
Xanthe was tired, and annoyed. HE didn't want to sign anymore papers. Despite his appearance, his age was obvious. Arthritis persisted him often.
"Maybe I can talk to the kid" He muttered. Pulling on his gloved and putting back in his gray contacts, he got up and walked out to the second floor where Marcus's cell was. It had a bed, and the nice soft walls. The nurse just came out with an empty cart. "Dinner already? I must have been working longer than I thought..." Xanthe chuckled with a weak smile. He opened the cell and stashed the keys back into his coat pocket. "Evening, Marcus...How's your meal?" Xanthe didn't mind the boy. They had no proof, other than family, saying he was Gifted. Xanthe didn't like when families lied, but best to eb safe.
He took a chair and sat in it. The finer cells had needed things. A small bathroom, but no door. two soft chairs, and a bed.
Xanthe remembered staying in this room...almost 35 years ago.... He didn't like it...and back then, not much was as nice as it was. He was only in the room during the day. At night, the scientists would take him out to use in him experiments and tests. It was the cause of most of his pain.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:39 pm
"Holy sh- You are! You're like me!"
Emily clamped her hand over her mouth.
Blast. Nobody was supposed to know! Maybe I can turn it around.. no. Too late.
Emily unclamped her hand from her face. Maybe it didn't matter, if he waslike her. Maybe he knew how bad the Government was, too.
"I'm like you, only... different. So, you're part dog or something.. No, you can turn into other things. And you are... 13. One year younger than me. And already slightly taller. Bummer. I don't know how to explain this, so... think of a number. Any number."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:50 pm
Marcus smiled slightly as he heard the voice behind him.He turned to face him."Hey."He said as he looked down at his untouched meal.He shrugged"Haven't tried it yet."He said.He wished he had been paying more attention when Xanthe had came in.He just liked to see outside his cell.He had only been out a few times most of the times were for check-ups, blood tests, etc.He sat quietly a while."Hey Xanthe...What's it like out there?"He asked pointing to the door.He knew he wasn't supposed to ask that question but he was curious.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:00 pm
Xanthe also shruged his shoulders. "I'm not sure how to put it...It's nice somethimes..I preffer being outside in the park..at night..That way I don't have people making notice of m appearance.." He chuckled. He acctually liked it better in his cell as a child. No one made fun of him, but people still wouldn't leave him alone...
It was a lonely and solitary life. He only found one true friend...and he died... "Actually..I have some more work so...if you don't mind.." Hes stood and closed the door. After locking it he stood in a lonely hallway and held his hanker chief to his eyes. "He hadn't thought about Stathis in so long..It brought back pained memories.
Xanthe bit his lip to keep anyone form hearing, else he be back in his old cell..
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:12 pm
Mark sighed as Xanthe walked out of the room.That was about all the interaction he ever got with anyone.He turned back to his little emo corner.He pulled the shank out of the sole of his shoe.He just started stabbing the padded walls out of boredom.If he was ever caught with that piece of bone, well he tried not to think about it.But then again, It couldn't be worse than being all alone. Could it?He could hear as each fiber broke.he could even here Xanthe slightly, but as far as he knew that was normal. The only way anyone could tell he was gifted was from the scanners, and the blood tests.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:24 pm
Fitz shook his head. "What are you talking about?" He entirely lacked an accent. He spoke plainly and that was that. He scratched his head behind the ear. He really didn't understand his fellow humans at all. Why did he speak out to her? He had generally left them alone. Brother had told him of how humans hunt animals. Brother, after all, was a common breed for hunting. "What do you mean pick a number? You jabber a lot. Speak plainly." Fitz had a short temper when it came to things like this. He spoke English alright, but he didn't know many big words and the point of metaphors and analogies were lost one him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:56 pm
Callie blinked at an email that got sent through the government system. All it said was "Lol. Lol. Lol. What the heck. LMAO! No way! ~The Beast." Callie thought that this was a very strange email to be sent around, but then she noted that the message was a reply. The original message had the email erased. Who ever the sender was, they didn't want to be found. Callie at least knew that it was in the government since she intercepted it. She began to laugh as well. She understood what The Beast meant. The original message said, "Kill the Head of the Government." Caligdula smiled. At least they wouldn't find the head. Either The Beast was smart enough not to mess with the Head or he obviously didn't know who the Head was therefore couldn't kill him. Caligdula did frown at one thing. There was someone untrustworthy that wanted the Head dead. She would have to gather information. She supposed she could start with the only name she knew. It may have been an alias, but maybe she could track down this Beast.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:38 pm
c***k c***k c***k......c***k c***k....
Pausing now and then to listen, Sean continued slowly chipping away at the wall. He hadn't made a lot of progress and he had no idea how far the wall went, but just sitting still waiting for things to happen didn't sit with his impatience. He was trying to attempt a Shawshank escape, like in the movie. If he was doing to be moved to another cell he would most likely have to start over again...it'd be harder because they wouldn't trust him with spoons.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:47 pm
((Is Sean cell near Mark's?))
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