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Kiri pulled on James arm,

"Come on babe we all have to be in there."

James pulled free of Kiri and turned away.

"Well you know where I sleep, come see me at my next punishment. It wouldn't be as fun without you."

James rolled his eyes as he walked away, 'what is her issue?'

Turning towards the cafeteria Kiri smiled at it before turning to walk away.

"Please sitting in there and listening to that idiot again would just waste my time and now that I don't have that guard James to bug I'm bored. Hmmmmmm...........I guess it's time to go back to the library. Prehaps I can learn to use a helicopter, then find one, then get out of here."

Turning around Kiri headed for the library, ignoring anyone that passed her on there way to the cafeteria.

"Why should I listen to an idiot who uses people for his own fun?"

Sean looked at Tylor, bemused and chuckled again. "Well, nice to meet you too. Emotional basket case? You don't like them? But they're so much fun to...to mess with. You can get them," picking up on the idea of the game, "to play games with each other. Eh? I'm not sorry I'm here, I'm intrigued to be here! This...this place has great opportunity for chaos and mayhem." Sean sighed, staring into blank space. He shook his head to regain focus, "Besides, home isn't a place I ever wanted to be. This place could be so much more fun!" Sean paused a moment, thinking of where to take this. "Now, tell me about this..game of yours?"

Sean smiled a genuine smile. Chaos...something I like... "I can't wait." he muttered. Sean wondered about his own power, it had its...uses...in fact...he may be able to accelerate the time between now and game over for the doctor. He didn't much care for the doctor, which wasn't suprising since he didn't much care about anyone. "Not satisfied? What is your power by the way?" Sean had rather have had something quicker to use, something that could spark chaos in an instant if he so choose. This power wasn't going to help him do that...at least not right now. He'd need to find some people who could do those things, and then bide him some time to make the final move.

Hal watched Felicia run through a gamut of emotions. Though she knew the girl probably had people issues, she couldn't help feeling a bit concerned. Felicia was definitely in pain, but didn't want anybody to help...
"Or maybe you just need some alone time," Hal said, just as Kirai came over and introduced himself.
"What's up? I'm Kirai. Rai for short. This place is a drag, isn't it?"
Hal smiled and laughed, not a little relieved. "You could say that," she said. Her eyes twinkled. "You could also say it's a prison, shithole, or the birthplace of twisted experiments." She spread her arms expansively. "But I prefer to call it 'get me the hell out of here'."

Rai smiled, glad that the two were talking to him. "Or twenty five to who knows when in prison. I dig these cloths too. I might be able to work with this material. The one guard I talked to was nice as well. If Dr. Frakenstein wasn't doing experiments on me, I could totally get used to this place." Rai brushed his long, dyed hair to one side to keep it out of his eyes. He was going to get a hair cut after his crew stole the artwork. He shoud have got it before. Rai decided it was time for answers, so he turned his focus away from his hair and back to the girls. "Before he knocked me out, or maybe I fainted from the pain, the good doctor said something about powers. If it is true, do you know what you can do?" All of a sudden, a sharp pain it Rai's head, like a flash of lightening. He winced, but by now he was used to the headaches.

"The good doctor increased my strength level by quite a bit and gave the ability to cheat by a few minutes. I have both harmony of body and mind, dealing with others with my enhanced strength rolls and the abiltiy to see what others draw from the deck before they even draw at all."

Tylor was basically saying he had enhanced strength and the ability to see a few minutes into the future, a combo of bonuses that he treasured greatly if he was fighting someone hand to hand. Tylor also wanted to know Sean's power, yet he hadn't even heard his name yet. He bewgan to think os Sean as a fellow player for the prize at the end of the level known as White Ridge, a possible ally in times to come ahead or a tool to be cast aside like a spare 1 UP.

Sean nodded at Tylor, while thinking to himself. Suddenly his expression, which was friendly but calmful looked shocked. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Sean. As for my power...well let's just say I could know what the ingredients to the Meat Suprise is if I walked into the kitchen." Sean had been studying Tylor's expressions, and picked up a little curiosity flickering in his eyes. He decided to let him know a bit about him, his name and his power of seeing into the past in a small area around him for a couple minutes. "The doctor must have figured me out pretty good, because if we were given each power on purpose he made sure mine wouldn't get him into trouble. See, I don't like plans. I don't like order. I love chaos, I am a 'wrench in the gears', a guy who doesn't play by any rules. There's a lot of people who define different ways. I like to definite it as just liking to have fun in the worst possible ways. I like playing games with people's heads, when they're on the verge of suicide. I like playing with matches in a factory that channels methane, I like doing things that no one thinks to do just to see what happens." Sean chuckled, remembering the time he set his desk on fire just to see how long it would take for the fire alarm to actually go off overhead. "Basically, I see life as a game...with no rules and only mayhem to come of it. People are too serious...they need to learn to...laugh along."

A drab room...a cold floor...a firm bed...a dazed boy...wait--dazed boy? Where the heck did he come from, he wasn't there before! Oh...right...this is him then, the character that simply arrived here moments ago. Wasn't it just wonderful for him to be allowed to slumber like this a while while he kept his eyes shut firm, rings could be noted around his optics as if he hadn't slept in months. What manner of beast would put a boy in this battered a condition that he couldn't sleep for months? Well, actually, he simply looks this disheveled on a daily basis; not that any normal person would have known this unless they saw the conditions he lived in.

A boy sprawled out eagle on a bed with sheets strewn about in his thrashing slumber, it was a marvel how he could sleep so peacefully, as if he was actually dreaming by choice than the gruesome reality. Simply put, he didn't want to wake up...he could feel a pounding in his skull, a throbbing in his brain, but he refused to stir and he refused to awaken. A guard hit against the door several times to finally awaken him as he didn't stir to awakening, he simply sat straight up like a zombie out of a horror movie.

"Auuugggnnneeerrrggghhh..."

Okay, that wasn't even a real word, it was just an assortment of sound effects he'd strung together to make it so the guard would cease his racket. To be in this condition and sleep in as if he was a student on holiday, it was so awkward...he immediately took notice of his surroundings and placed a hand over his head and felt a trace of something. He couldn't identify the raised edges, as if he'd been cut...but why the heck would he have a cut across his head...or more importantly, if he lived through it, why didn't the attacker leave the bloody knife as a souvenir?! Regardless, he groaned to attention and sat bare feet onto the cold floor, only for the frigid sensation to climb through his body and him to shoot back into the bed, covered by the blanket as if shrouded in a cloak.

"Demon earth, relinquish your frigid evil from my toes! You are not welcome here!" he uttered in a groggy yet coherent tone for the first time, but this was much easier to do with no one around to communicate with. Misery loves company, and this boy loved solitude...except when he was playing solitaire for some reason...he liked to watch people watch him watch the cards dance about the screen when he won. He drifted off in his thoughts, going from solitaire to checkers to chess in a randomly assorted arrangement of synapses. "Hehe...queen to A-4...checkmate, me bub..." he murmured in a deviously cocky tone before crawling towards the edge of the bed and peering down at the floor below him. Touching it gently, he hissed at the cold feel and began to blow his breath against the surface several times slowly as he attempted to heat the floor with his exhales.

Continuing this awkward behavior until he was slowly crawling across the floor as if it were the side of a building and he himself was Tobi McGuire portraying the masked web slinger himself. He made his way slowly to the middle of the room until he noted that there was a box sitting on a chair a few feet from where he stood. "Are wa nan desuka....? Misette kudasaaaiiii~!" he uttered in a childishly cute tone as he opened it and peeked inside with a gasp of surprise. Turning to the closet, he forgot all about the frigid floor and slid to a stop, throwing it open to reveal the assortment of similar gray clothes. His eyes shot wide and he bit his lip hard for a moment and his palms became clammy to the touch, his pupils dilated slightly and he seemed suddenly afright before he suddenly twirled around in the center of the room. "MOMMY WENT BACK TO SCHOOL SHOPPING~! YATTA!" he leaped into the air triumphantly before landing with his hand outstretched and his index and middle fingers extended to a 'V' shape as he winked at no one in particular.

Scurrying about the room after several minutes of thinking about which outfit to wear (minding you, they were all pretty much the same) and putting on socks and shoes, he didn't bother with anything else within the box after he reached straight to the bottom and drew out a broken laptop. Reaching back into the box, he pulled out a lamp and removed a false bottom to reveal the parts to fix said computer, this being the only way his parents would have allowed him to even bring the object along. Placing the bag of parts atop the laptop, he exited his room and his eyes scampered from wall to wall as he skipped aimlessly along with the slumped posture of a thief escaping a crime scene. "Oh yes, oh yes...happy day my boys...we've arrived at the promised land, let us celebrate with a grand reboot."

(Hopefully an entry post as awkward to read as it was to type. xD)