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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:27 pm
 Terry sat in his room quietly and looked around slowly. He'd been here for a while, but he still kept taking in new details. He still couldn't believe how clean everything was. The room was done in whites and pale blues, and the big window let in so much sunlight, it rather felt like being outdoors. He sighed and twiddled his thumbs. He kept kicking his legs. His bed was so soft, it made for a much better chair than either of the two chairs in the room.
One was a big, squishy chair that sat in front of the TV. His room had a TV! All the rooms did. It seemed odd for a center like this. Terry had rather imagined that it would be more like a prison. But aside from the locked door and transparent, plexiglass bars across the window, this room had every feeling of home. Not that he could remember what home was. The doctors assumed his amnesia was part of his chronic regression, but he wasn't so sure. Either way, he wasn't sure his room at 'home' was this well furnished.
The TV had a DVD player. It was empty now, but he could ask one of the staff for something to watch. They'd been gone a while. They were conducting a final check of all the walls and gates to make sure no one was going to get through. That made Terry smile. It's hard to build a perfect prison for the super-powerful. But he, for one, had no intention of leaving. He had no reason to. His parents had died.
It was one of the few things he could remember. He couldn't remember what they looked like, but he knew their mutations were fatal. He could remember the way his mother cried. But was it because she was in pain? Or did she think I was going to die as well?He could see out the window. He was on the second floor, there were no dormitories on the first floor. He could see trees, and grass. The complex was built by a forest, and the sprawling outdoor portion of the estate was covered in forested wildlife. There was a wall a ways into it, of course, but it was nice to have.
He looked at the other chair in the room. It was a comfortable-looking normal chair seated in front of a sleek-looking computer. He wondered for a moment how powerful it was, and what kinds of games he could play on it, but his thoughts quickly wandered. They had given him nice clothes, and a nice room, and nice promises. And he trusted them. He couldn't think of a reason not to.
He just hoped they'd let him outside soon.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:12 am
State your name.Ubel Do you have any other aliases?Hmm.. no not really. Ubel's pretty short so I just go with that. State your age and date of birth.I dont quite remember it. I know I'm about 17 though. What exactly do you do, mutant? Wellll.... this may surprise you but after The Big Bang, I didnt really change. My power is pretty simple. I can control bones. Cool huh? I remember this one time I bent this cop so badly outta shape.. Oh I'm rambling. And what did the doc say you have?Good ol' doc says I have an adjustment disorder. So basically, certain things will make me snap. Anything particular rile you up? Most animals other than snakes
Warehouses
Loud noises
Overtly happy people
Homophobes
Spiders
Beer
The main thing that really aggravates my disorder would probably be people yelling. Yelling at me. Cant take it at all. And what can we do to calm your a** down?Chocolate!
Pictures of abstract things like pictures of never ending stairs
Being outside under the stars
Fencers. They're fun to watch.
Comedy movies
Stress toys.
Digging holes in the garden
The thing that can calm me down the quickest would probably be food. Junk food mainly. What were your living conditions before you came here?I honestly cant remember. I think I lived with my brother in an old raggedy apartment. Anything else we should know about you?Dont ever touch my stuff unless you want to die. I mean it. [[ohmigoshles I figured it out. I'm just that awesome. 8D]]
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 7:29 pm
Ubel sat on his white bed humming softly. This place was new to him. Perfectly new. Too perfect really. He was used to the cramped spaces of his old apartment. Well what he could remember of it at least.
He only really remembered his older brother --a mean man with a new girlfriend ever friggin' month-- and the raggedy old apartment that was said to be "uninhabitable" by the police.
The raven haired teen wondered to himself how many other people were in the wing. He would gladly try and wander the stupid blank halls, but sadly he realized that the door had to have a key code. And the windows were all.. barred up. He knew the first floor had no people on it, but other than that he was clueless about this place.
No matter how cool this room looked, it was hella boring. There was nothing to bend in here! Although, as he looked around again, a shiny computer glared back at him. He wondered what type of weird machines he could make out of the parts. Or maybe he could ask the attendants to bring him some of those Lego type things so he could build stuff.
He desperately wanted to just.. get out! Anything would be better than sitting here starring at blank TV and computer screens and white walls. Anything.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 2:02 pm
Toby couldn't stand this sitting around doing nothing. She supposed she could turn on the computer, but what was the point in that? There was nothing she wanted to do on there, and she had a gut feeling they had the internet blocked. Her gut feelings on these kinds of things were usually wrong, but she would never admit it.
So instead, she sat thinking. In times like this, she would try her hardest to remember before the Bang, and while she normally never got anything, she felt she had to keep trying. Even now she flopped on her clean bed and squeezed her eyes shut, thinking back. She was at home, alone, lighting a fire as her dog snoozed contendedly beside her, then... nothing. A big blank until suddenly she was here, being asked questions and moved from room to room.
She rubbed her eyes and let her arms fall back, stretching out across the bed. It was amazing how everything you'd worked a lifetime to see and learn could simply be wiped away in a single night, gone from your memory like the way a bad dream replaces a good one; when you eventually wake up, all you remember are the horrors from the nightmare, clouding over the thoughts of the sweet dream.
The very thought made her angry. It shouldn't be this way. Sure, she'd always fantasized about being powerful, but she didn't want that power to erase everything she had. And then, being caged like an animal. Ok, so the cage could rival any four star hotel room, and there was electronics to keep you entertained during your 'stay', but they were all still trapped. One day she'd have to plan a revolution or something, get them all out. She yawned. Or maybe not. She'd have to see what the future held.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 12:55 am
Pacing was doing no good. It was starting to aggravate Ubel's "condition" as the doctors called it. He began to have that itching feeling in his fingers and toes that made him want to just... break something! Anything!
The first thing that came to mind was the chair in the corner. He doubted he could lift it but.. well he could at least push it over. That was good enough for now.
Ubel stalked over to the chair and grabbed the corner of it, then pushed it over. The heavy thing hit the floor with a loud thud. A burst of laughter came from his throat as he grabbed at the ugly white fabric and began to tear it. More laughter bubbled up as he reached the inner stuffing.
"Why didnt I think of this sooner?!" The black haired teen cried and continued shredding the chair.
Ten minutes and a lot of insane laughter later, Ubel's room was covered in small tufts of white poofy material. The innocent chair lay shredded in a corner, completely dissembled save for the chunks of wood that held it together.
As he sat on top of his T.V (he enjoyed the view, and the thought of being taller than everything else) he began to wonder if anyone had heard the commotion he made. Would they put him in some other room thing if they knew what he did?
Then again, maybe the newer room would be better.
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