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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:38 pm
When Ophelia woke up they were still in the aircraft. "Well isnt this just ******** dandy." She muttered to herself and tried to free herself from the wires that bound her hands. The image of the bodies and all the blood was burned into her mind. She remembered looking around only to find hundreds of dead, cold eyes staring back at her accusingly as if to say that it was her fault they were dead. The blood, it had been everywhere, inculding all over her. She remembered thinking Why am I still alive? and then seeing men from the government surround her and nine other people, then her world went black. Ophelia was still stuggling with the wire that was starting to cut into her skin.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:55 pm
Alexia’s opened in the pitch black. Her body ached and the wire binding her arms together was to tight. She struggled silently but after a few moments she opened her mouth. "Matt?!" She whispered into the dark. She managed to get herself into an upright seated position. "Matt are you here?" Her voice was a little louder this time. Her mind kept flashing images of the devastation and she was having trouble staying in the now. "Matt sweetie, please!" Her voice cracked, she wanted to cry but would not let herself do so, if her brother was still with her he would only be more upset by her crying.
A yard away Matt shifted into awareness. He heard his sister’s voice and opened his eyes. He licked his dry lips only to taste blood on them. He wanted to scream, but was to terrified. "Lexi!" He called out and wiggled his wrists and legs trying to get free. "What's happening, where are you?" He hissed, the wire sliced his wrist. The searing pain down his arm and he closed his eyes. "Lex, are you all right?"
Alexia sighed contently at the sound of his healthy voice. "Yes, I think I'm fine, but you sound hurt." She shifted towards his voice falling onto her side as she did. "Babe, try not to think about what happened ok?" She wanted him to be the same after this as he was before; if his life became tragic because of her she would never forgive herself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:57 pm
 It was hot. That was the first thing that popped up into Estelle's groggy mind when her subconscious came to. Hot and wet, she thought again with a grimace as she struggled to open her mismatched eyes. After a tad bit of effort, her blood red and emerald eyes opened and scanned the dark and dreary room where she was.
The walls were made of stone and the furniture of cold gray steel, very much like a prison cell. It was tiny as well, with only enough room to house a flimsy cot, a small desk, a curtained shower in the corner, a small mirror above a metallic sink, and a toilet that had small walls built around it. An other grimace was formed when Estelle realized that this was actually identical to a jail cell.
What am I doing here? Did I get caught taking E by the police? she wondered as she searched the depths of her memories to at least get a scrap of what happened in the past. She got her scrap, and it was the image of neon-reflecting blood.
A shiver ran up and down her spine from the thought and she quickly shook her head to erase it it from her mind. Where is everyone else though? she mused for she could have swore that there were at least nine other people who had survived the all out massacre.
She looked toward the barred door in confusion, her eyes dazed in thought...~*~  Averil tossed and turned in his sleep, something incredibly unusual for someone who usually slept like the dead at night. He felt as if there was something wrong for the dreams that kept playing through his head were filled with screams and machine guns. Men dressed in black with gold badges invaded his mind, causing a sweat drop to roll down his already damp visage.
Finally, he sprung up from the bed with his eyes wide and his breath coming out in rushed gasps for air. The image of his favorite DJ, Tiesto, staring up at him with lifeless eyes caused him to awake to his humid and blazing cell room. As fast as he could, he blinked the dream away and ran the back of his hand across his clammy forehead.
Averil's gasps for air soon calmed down and with a sigh, he plopped back down on the cot, not yet realizing that he was a prisoner for the government. That dream was something... he mused as he stared up at the stone ceiling. Wait a second-
He sat back up from his cot and choked when he saw his surroundings. "Where the bloody hell am I?!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:16 pm
Not long after Ophelia had woken the men in black carried her and the other people off of the aircraft and into some sort of base. She currently sat on her cot in her cell thinking. Suddenly Ophelia stood the crouched down and slowly stuck her legs one by one through her arms which were bound behind her back. When she stood up straight again her arms were in front of her. She sat back down on the cot and started gnawing on the wires till one by one they gave and her hands were free. She walked to the cell door. "Hey!" she yelled.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:42 pm
Estelle's thin blue eyebrows arched when she heard a voice call out in the hall outside the barrier. She struggled to get up from the bed with her tied ankles and wrists and hopped towards the bars that caged her in the uncomfortable cell.
"Hello? Is someone there?" she exclaimed in her thick French accent. It was times like these when she thanked her mother for teaching her English.
While waiting for a reply, Estelle slumped to the ground and peered around the thin bars, trying to look for the voice that she heard. She noticed that there was a sleeping body with a head of dull blond hair in the cell across from her and that down the hall a ways there was a frantic looking woman with bloodied wrists and ankles standing on the other side of the bars, also trapped in a cell like Estelle's.~*~ Averill looked out towards the hallway when he heard to womanly voices call out to each other, causing his interest in his situation to spike up. He went to move out of his uncomfortable and stale cot to stand by the barred doorway, but paused when he noticed that his appendages were tied with a painful wire that dug into his skin.
"Huh," he mumbled as he untied the knot that the wire was in skillfully with his teeth. "Being smart is useful in times like these," he mused quietly to himself while he used his hands to untie his ankles.
After freeing himself from the bonds, he stood up, his posture bad as always, and shuffled to the cold steel bars that declined his will for freedom. "So, who else is here in this hell hole?" he asked monotonously as he looked across the way from his cell and noticed a black and red haired woman standing in an other cell like his.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:55 pm
Edward's eyebrow twitched a little manically. "Oi, oi, would you like not yellin' in there, hm?" he said, his voice raised a little in a slight irritation. It's not that he disliked the position he was in because of everything that had just occurred. Rather, he was upset because he was coming down from his trip... Everything just seemed so lack-luster. For good reason, probably, but he didn't much enjoy it. That, and he had a bloody headache.
Sitting up, he looked down to his hands, bounded in wires. "Bloody ******** 'ell, now wha's with this?" he exclaimed, looking down on his hands. "Hm, bit of a problem we've got 'ere," he said. His strong british accent was kicking in and he fumbled around in his pockets until he found it. "Ah, there she is," he said, a large smile forming on his face as he pulled out his switchblade, something he had learned to keep on him after one too many a time running into trouble at a local rave. "Well now, if I'd known this was gonna 'appen, I wouldn't 'ave gone to that bloody rave..." he muttered to himself as he began to cut away at the wires one by one until he was free. He flexed his wrists for a second before standing off and shaking down. "Ah, much better," he said, sticking the blade back into his pocket before casually shoving his hands down his pants pockets, walking up to the cell door.
"Now, without screaming, as it would probably alert 'ooever works 'round 'ere, can somebody please tell me why it is that we're stuck down 'ere?" he asked, looking about, his blue eyes peering into surrounding cells.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:04 pm
Ray woke up with a start, dripping sweat. He had been dreaming, dreaming of the smell of hot lead, fear, and death. He looked around, and immediately recognized the similarity between it and jail. Except... Ray went to the cell bars and began beating on them.
"Oi! Let me out! I know my rights! I have citizenship! I'm an American! Let me out!"
Ray kicked the bars, which turned out to be a very bad idea. For a good minute Ray was hopping up and down, letting loose a colorful string of expletives.
*****
Aidan woke, groggy and hungover. The spot above his right eye was warm and oozing, affecting his vision.
"Whaa... what happened, mate?"
Then in a flash, it all came back. The guns, the men, the blood, the slaughter. In all a flash, Aidan curled up into a lump of misery, and rocked back and forth. Those bastards, they had killed so many people... Julia, Rosanne, Bridget, Sylvia... and then there were his friends. In the midst of his misery he heard a voice off in the distance, yelling.
"H-hey! Is there anybody else out there? Mates?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:07 pm
"Yo, about time you guys woke up." Ophelia sighed and leaned against the bars. Where was this hell hole? She pondered. "Any of you guys know whats going on? Where are we?" She asked. "Oh right, nevermind. You guys werent even awake when they took us out of the airplane. As far as I can tell we are at some sort of military base." She kicked the bars of her cell. "Would it kill you jackasses to bring us some water! It's hot as hell in here" She yelled into the darkness.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:28 pm
Estelle looked up when she saw the sleeping body across from her awake in a disgruntled manner. She then noticed that it was the same for everyone else. Others trapped like her were beginning to awaken from an unpleasant nightmare that would forever haunt their memories. She looked down with a saddened expression and sniffed, holding back sorrowful tears.
How dreadful,she thought while returning her gaze to the English accented man across from her. "I'm sorry for the screaming," she stated, trying hard to make her voice understandable. "But I have no clue as to what we're doing here. I would have guessed that we should have been killed like the others but apparently there is something special that has to do with all of us..." her voice trailed off towards the end as she stared absent mindlessly at the scratches on the bars in front of her. ~*~ "Oi, Bac? You in here too? Bloody hell..." Averill stated as he tried to look down the hall. It sounded like he was in the cell right next to his, which was unlucky for him for he preferred to talk to his friend face to face rather than through a wall.
He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy black hair while mumbling, "******** wankers," under his breath. Averill looked at the woman across from him when he heard her question and opened his mouth to spew out a stupid comment, but shut his mouth when he heard heavy doors open and shut from down the hallway. Heavy footsteps and jingling keys followed, signaling to all of the prisoner's that questions would soon be answered. ~*~
A tall man in black walked down the bare hall, passing by empty cells and soon entering the area where numbers 1-10 were held. He visibly frowned when he saw that most of the test subjects had broken away from their bonds and spoke into a walkie talkie, calling for reinforcements. Soon, ten more men dressed in black flooded the hall and as the first man let out each subject one by one, a man would roughly grab them by the wrists and drag them out of the hall and into a separate white room. In the white room were ten metal folding chairs that faced a bullet proof shielded stage that held a podium which stood in front of a blank screen, making it obvious that the captured were to watch a short film.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:39 pm
Ophelia had spat in the man who grabbed her arm's face. He led her, not to gently, to the white room. "Oh ******** brilliant. We're here to review the latest blockbusters." She said and rolled her eyes. The man who held her arm instructed her to sit in one of the chairs. "******** off." She told him. He took her by the shoulders and forced her backwards into her chair. She growled but sat still.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:03 pm
When the man in black walked in, Ray began yelling at him. Then a guard came over and grabbed his wrists and tried to drag him off. Ray put up a relatively good fight, considering the circumstances. He kicked, spit, scratched, bit, clawed, anything that could get him ******** pussies! Take me like a man, you c**k-sucking ******** comment resulted in Ray getting his head cracked by something hard, most likely the guard's fist, and Ray slumped in his captor's hands. Nothing like a blow to the head to calm one down. Along the way, he muttered various comments, ranging from "Please..." to "Go to hell and be raped by Satan's flaming pitchfork!". He was forced into a metal chair, where he dazedly rolled his head.
*****
Aidan recognized one of the voices and let out a sigh of relief.
"Averill? Is that you? Oh thank God... I thought ya died.... hey did-"
At that moment a man in black made his way into the room, and unlocked the doors as more men entered. One guy began fighting back, rather large, and apparently this made the other guards expect similar responses from the others as his guard roughly grabbed Aidan's hair and wrists, and began pushing him along.
"Oi! Watch it! I ain't gonna fight ya, ya damn brute! Stop it!"
Aidan kept complaining until he was placed in a metal chair, sitting next between the rebel (he was pretty sure he was called UV or something...) and the sarcastic woman. Personally, he didn't like being in this position, and couldn't think of anything to lighten the mood with. And he didn't dare try to swap seats with anyone with the Blackshirts standing watch.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:32 pm
PLEASE LOOK AT THE RESERVED POST FOR FURTHER INFORMATION REGARDING CHARACTERS. Estelle winced when she was grabbed by the wrists roughly by one of the uniformed men. "Please sir, not so rough. I'll go willingly," she pleaded in a tiny voice that was unheard while she was dragged down the hall towards a open door. She looked looked behind her at the others who were being treated the same way has her, if not, worse for there were some who were fighting back.
Now that's not smart when you know that these were the men that killed thousands, she mused while looking back ahead of her and noticing that she was now in a blinding white room. The man showed her to an empty seat and she sat down softly without looking back at him. Now I wonder what will happen... ~*~ Part of Averill was overjoyed that his friend would be here with him during this experience, but the other part was irate with the man who was currently dragging him down the walkway. "Do ya have to be so rough with me mate?" he rhetorically asked as he bore his eyes into the back of the man's head. He leaned out to the side to see that Bac was ahead of him and hoped that where ever they were going, that he would get to see his friend up close again.
Soon, he was brought into a blinding white room that hurt his eyes just a tad, but brought a smile to his face, happy that he wouldn't have to stare at the dull color gray anymore. The man placed him in a seat next to a blue haired girl and a bit away from Bac. "Damn," he mumbled to himself as he stared at the screen ahead of him. ~*~ Once everyone was in their seats, the men filed in a single line against the back wall, looking serious and attentive. One man at the end of the line spoke into his headset with a robotic tone quickly and then returned to his statuesque posture, but not before looking at the side towards a closed door. "Look sharp men, Red is coming," the man stated while looking straight ahead. Immediately, the men stood ramrod straight and puffed out their chests, just in time for the door to open.
~*~
In walked a tiny figure hidden by the red cloak that was worn on their back. They padded across the room in dainty, quiet steps, and when they got to the stairs that led to the stage, they took each step by two. When they faced the crowd, they politely slid their red hood off and revealed themselves. What the crowd found was quite surprising for the superior figure was in fact a little girl with rosy cheeks and short brown hair. Although she looked innocent and sweet, her eyes held the wisdom and morbidness that she truly was.
"Hello there friends!" she cheerily greeted the irritated group that sat below her. She continued, not bothering to wait for a greeting in return. "My name is Red and I will be your, quote un-quote, boss from now on." She smiled at them, showing her small disconcerting teeth as if the situation that they were in at the moment was just a walk in the park.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:43 pm
Ophelia raised her eyebrow at the girl and looked skeptically back and forth between the guards and the child. "You guys cant be serious..." She said. Then Ophelia turned her attention to the child in the red cloak. "Isnt it past your bed time little girl?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 12:40 am
"Oi, oi now, it's alright... Just a bit of a head ache is all..." he mumbled to the girl, who sounded like she had as thick of a french accent as he did a british one. When the men arrived, he was roughly grabbed by his wrists, which still hurt from his bindings. "Oi, come one, don't gotta be so rough there, chaps, 'specially with the ladies... Be gentlemen, hm?" he said playfully, a gruffy sort of laughter issuing forth from his mouth. This almost seemed to anger the man more... Edward in such a good mood... Suddenly, he was pushed against a wall. "I wouldn't be laughing in here, son," the man said in a threatening tone, and Edward raised his hands in the air, as if in surrender. "Oi, man, not trying to bloody start a fight," he said, and was roughly pushed once more, now into a chair, beside Frenchie.
"Oi, you alright there?" he asked her looking into her emerald green eyes with curiosity. "That guy didn't look like he wanted to be too friendly with you, eh?" he asked her, a smile on his face, as if he thought they were part of a game. Edward never really frowned ever... He was always very cheerful... Terrible person to have at a funeral, always trying to make jokes... His eyes turned up when the woman entered the room, and he tilted his head to the side. "Boss, eh? Hm, never 'ad one," he said beneath his breath.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 4:05 am
"And just what made you the boss?!" a loud shout came from a girl with long dark wavy hair. Kiera was getting very impatient---she's always like this whenever she failed to understand the situation. "Well I don't give a bloody care who you are and why you brought us here. I demand you to take me home or the British will surely take care of all of you."
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