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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:19 pm
£LIZABELLE ➜ ANNE ➜ MORDANTI suppose you can say I have ☞ photographic muscle memory♫ ♪ || ♪ ♫ || ♫ ♪   XXXI have absolutely nothing XXXXXXXWith plenty to share XXXXXXXXXI have a closet full of things XXXXXXXXXXXXBut nothing to wear XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron XXXLoving every dreadful wonderfully horrible XXXXXXImaginary realities XXXXXXXXXThat makes my beating heart XXXXXXXXXXXXBlindly see fatalities XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron ❝Twenty-one | Female | Lizzy, Liz, Elle, Annie ❞ ↘ ↙
Elizabelle noted the new recruit's name, glad to see that everything seemed to be intact and he wasn't going through some emotional break-down like this brunette had gone through during her time in captivity. It was embarrassing, but nobody had held her down like that against her own will before. In her family there had always been emotional weights and obligations that kept her close to the family she wanted to break free from but never had there been any physical resistance. It freaked the girl out to know that she wasn't in control of her own body and the sad reality started to sink in that maybe being free from the metal chains hadn't changed any of that. Even now, the girl felt restraint building up inside of her and it took a lot of her just to stop her body from taking everything she had seen before and turning it into a weapon. Elizabelle felt like a freak even though her curse wasn't visible like Lux's and Jayden's--or at least not to her knowledge.
Little did the brunette know that a frustration was building up in the back of her head, pulsing and pounding against the calm walls that she had tried to build in order to keep a cool composure in this sterile hell. Part of her frustration towards her power was directly related to her twin brother, Elliot. Why must I be granted with these extra muscle functions when my brother has lost most of his? He lost everything he cared about and everyone who cares for him has lost the Elliot we grew and loved. Life is cruel.
She was pulled from her morbid thoughts when the familiar blonde walked through the room. Elizabelle immediately felt a wave of embarrassement. Surely she should try and explain something about the way she acted out in the hall. It was stupid and reckless, not to mention that it could have given away their location to oodles of scientists and security guards alike and then where would that leave the four of them? Nowhere. Or, right back where they started which was confined ever so nicely in their little prison cells. Although, Elizabelle was quite certain that the second time around they would be guarded much more heavily. If they were going to get out then they would have to do it right the first time.
Do or die because death would be far better than being chained up like a guinea pig.
Elizabelle smiled awkwardly towards the blonde, "Sorry about the hallway incident. Lately, I just can't seem to control myself. I tell my body to calm down and instead it pulls out the kung-fu. It's rather odd..." Her smile morphed gracefully into what could be mistaken as a frown but she tried to shake it off as she glanced back towards the door. "I hope I didn't cause any trouble..."
Almost immediately as the word left her lips, a red-headed girl bounded into the room. Being in this odd defensive state of mind, the brunette felt the possibilities ripple underneath her skin as tactics came to her mind. Run forward, extend leg, proceeding with kick to jugular, chest or gut. Final effect, rendering victim winded for short period of time Her body shuddered in anticipation and she felt her mind losing grips on what could be known as her body and her sanity. Her joints clenched, holding back her body from participating in any more hideously violent acts but her mind kept racing. Elbow strikes, counters, Punches, kicks, swings, No! Get a hold of yourself. She's just a girl... just like us... The exhaustion she felt just by holding herself back was incredible. Unlike Lux, her power seemed to have a mind of its own and it wasn't so easily trained since her being had to fight against itself every second of every minute. Elizabelle just hoped she'd get the hang of it sooner or later.
As the warmth that soothed her muscles subsided, Elizabelle glanced over at the red headed girl who talked as if she knew the others. The confusion that flooded the strange girl's complexion didn't lessen the brunette's own confusion in the least, "Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:32 am
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xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  The newest addition to their little group introduced himself as Tony. A quick once-over provided that there seemed to be little wrong with him. At least, physically. Mentally, well, he probably shouldn't have been so calm. Quietly, Lux envied him, she'd wished she'd been able to hold her cool so well. In situations like this, good feelings were hard to come by.
"I'm Lux." Lux simply responded. It was funny, the way that they introduced themselves despite the fact that their situation required them to be moving at all times, and wasting time was a crime punishable by death. And yet, it seemed like they felt they needed to know each other's names.
Elizabelle offered an explanation for what she'd done in the hallway. And what she'd done may have ruined them just as easily as any of the two guys that Lux had taken down, despite the fact that she hadn't had the audacity to do so in the hallway. "It's alright, I think I know the feeling." She wanted to add that it was quite a show, really impressive-- but the fact that she was against violence guarded against that. Lux had felt the same, though it was different entirely. The doctor hadn't offered them any alert that he was going to attack them, hell, he probably would've run-- any of the others would've, had Lux given them a chance. The red flash, it meant react, and it didn't necessarily mean that she had to do so in an effective way. But Elizabelle had reacted with some martial arts thing she'd pulled out of her a**. And it had been automatic. Lux didn't envy her, as she could see where that could potentially be disasterous.
Lux was buying time, stalling off thoughts that were unpleasant even to consider. Funny, how things could so easily be taken from you. She didn't know why she was here, or what had happened to her, or why things had to turn out this way. But her mind was stuck on one
phrase. She'd been so ready. She'd picked a name, in fact, she'd picked several names. They had a nursery, they'd painted. Hell, Ethan built a crib. Well, sortof-- it came in pieces, and he put it together. But still! That was no time for this. Lux was embarassed to have let her mind go off on that tangent, it was stupid of her-- she knew this was no time to regret what had happened, all she knew was that it had happened.
If she still had to be in this situation, maybe it was better-- she certainly wouldn't make it out of here, wobbling around under the burden of-- she cut herself off as a redhead came into the room, all urgency.
Talking to them like she knew them. Elizabelle voiced the question that was on Lux's mind. Who are you? She echoed, but did not voice. Her eye lended her answer to that question, though it wasn't exactly what she was thinking of. Information snapped through her mind, flashed across her vision as the cross-hairs put the redhead in their sights. Height. Weight. Estimated BMI. Identity questionable. Inorganic. Inorganic? What was that supposed to mean? Lux kept it to herself, until she understood a little bit of what was going on, there was no reason to worry the othes.
Jayson was a horrible look-out, really. How were they supposed to get anywhere if he was just going to let anyone in? Probably it was the tits. Lux looked over at Tony, "Mind offering your shirt to our new ladyfriend, here?" She doubted he wouldn't be reluctant, but he obviously had no choice but to comply. The words that had accompanied the girl's appearance though. They had company. That meant people, which meant they had to hide, or run, or fight. It was obvious to Lux that she had no control over the violence that would occur if she seemed threatened, obviously the results wouldn't be quite as effective as Elizabelle's but that didn't mean that she, too, couldn't do some damage. No, she didn't like the idea of fighting.
Behind the redhead, and beyond the door between them and the oncoming danger there were heavy footsteps. Loads of them. And to think, this all could've been avoided if Lux had been a good little girl and let the doctor flash the too-bright light in her eyes. The light behind the door, under it, was blocked. Someone was standing in front of the door. Lux felt every muscle tense, the cross-hairs locked onto the handle, watching carefully as it turned. The door opened to reveal only one man. Garbed in swat-team-like armor. Maybe there was one per door. The man immediately opened fire. There was no, "stand down" or "drop your weapon".------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:29 pm
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◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢  After the initial introductions, Tony was paid no more attention. He didn't mind it, there were enough voices in his head to keep him company. Not that it was a good thing. Anthony DuPont had always been a huge fan of silence, always he'd preferred it to anything, and it was only ironic that it seemed to be the only thing taken from him. ...extra muscle functions when my brother has lost...? The words were in a female's voice, the voice of the girl he'd come to recognize as Elizabelle. Her voice stood out for only a moment before falling back into the mess of voices, garbled words he couldn't understand. Her lips weren't moving.
Hallway incident. That's what the two girls were talking about, then, though Anthony wasn't expected to understand. ...death would be far better than being chained... The same voice was in his head, as Tony realized he'd been looking at as she spoke. The blond, Lux, spoke up, and his gaze moved to her instead. doctor hadn't offered any alert that he was going to attack... the voice was drowned out momentarily by the thoughts of many, adding themselves to the mesh, before it resurfaced ...flash, it meant react...
Anthony's mind was swimming in confusion, and it was only added to when the door flew open. Tony, who had already been on his feet moved in anticipation of an attack, but was caught off guard by what he saw there. A young woman, topless-- a redhead. She spoke to the others as if she knew them, but obviously they reacted with confusion. tone of voice... sounded like... The voice was male, which was extra confusing-- because the only person in the room it seemed to have been able to come from was the topless female.
"Who're you?" Elizabelle's voice broke Tony's concentration, though he was almost glad for it-- he, personally, wasn't getting anywhere. The tone was confusion until Lux spoke up once more. Belatedly, obviously just as confused as the others, Tony nodded. ...had to hide, or run, or fight. He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the girl. They all seemed to be wearing identical clothing, at least, to some extent. And they all seemed to blend into the white walls, where only the silver table seemed to stick out harshly.
Anthony was only then aware of the footsteps beyond the door. They were heavy, heavier than the others-- but it made sense that that was only because they weren't wearing shoes. They sounded like marching steps, all at once-- in unison. said they're dangerous... Another man's voice, but older than the others, and completely unfamiliar. minimal damage, he said, but they'd be easy to repair... Tony didn't like the sound of the guy's voice. The sound of the doorknob, as it turned-- even slightly, seemed booming. Shoot to kill on sight.
Despite himself, Tony yelled out to the others: "Duck!" He, himself, did so as he tore the table that had previously held him down and in front. It was heavy, maybe heavier than he should've been able to lift, but it was thick. Thick enough to stop a bullet, he wasn't sure, but it took away some of the accuracy of firing into a room before you'd gotten a total hold on the situation. Just as predicted, the door was thrown open and bullets riddled the walls, and table, stopping before they pierced through.
[OOC: Sorry that took so long, got home much later than expected.]
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:00 am
  .s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Who was he? More like, what -- or at least, that was the question running through Jayden's mind.
Last he had checked, he was a guy. A man. A male. Apart of the gender from Mars. Which meant he had a very important piece of equipment missing; that at this moment he was afraid to check if he still had. The odd way the loose fitting pants felt across his crotch area cause him major doubts. In fact, he actually seemed to have picked up a set of implants. Swells of flesh hung off of his chest like they had not before. He felt shorter, skinnier, and lighter in general. His hair was long and red. And there was this odd burning sensation at his back, like someone had rubbed some alcohol over an old wound on his spine.
But, hell - pain was the least of his issues. HE WAS A FREAKING GIRL, FOR CRISSAKES!
He looked at the others in the room, unsure of what to say. When he had woken up on the table he was Jayden Charles Archer. Now he just wasn't sure.
And this just felt way too real to be a dream, or and acid trip. This was definitely reality, and he wasn't escaping as easily as he wanted right now.
The new guy, the one who they were apparently saving next had tossed him a shirt, and though Jayden didn't really care about his nakedness at the moment, he took the thing anyway. He pulled it on quickly, the fabric hanging loosely off his upper body in a way his shirt hadn't. If he really was a chick he would have easily cried, but the youth refused to loose his proverbial balls too.
Speaking of which, he decided he had enough mojo to at least tell the others what was going on. After all, they were staring at him like he was from outer space -- or at least like a threat.
All at once, the other guy in the room shouted to duck. Jayden wheeled around out of instinctual curiosity to see what was up when he practically stared straight into the barrel of a gun.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bullets began flying everywhere, and it startled the male to s**t. Who in their right mind thought it was okay to shoot people unarmed!?
Jayden got down quick enough, but as he was closest to the door ended up taking a shot to the shoulder. The pain was extreme. He had never been shot before, but nothing in Hollywood prepared you for this kinda thing. Actors made this look easy, but F**k!
The shock caused him to gasp, as tears strung his eyes. Okay, he didn't have enough balls to hold back the water works this time. But none of that mattered. He was still in the line of fire, and unless he moved quickly he was going to get shot again. And the next bullet he took could be the one to do him in.
Barely ignoring the pain, he got up, but instead of doing the sensible thing and getting away from the line of fire, he decided he wanted to do the right thing and help the others escape, or at least get a weapon. On his feet, he charged the man at the door, tackling him down to the ground, despite his currently small size. The man tried to hold onto his gun, his grip slipped and the thing flew up into the air, landed back on the floor, and skidded across the perfectly while tile. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX ((If this post doesn't meet anyone's needs, I can change it -- I'm just way to tired to think clearly tonight >.> ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:13 pm
£LIZABELLE ➜ ANNE ➜ MORDANTI suppose you can say I have ☞ photographic muscle memory♫ ♪ || ♪ ♫ || ♫ ♪ XXXI have absolutely nothing XXXXXXXWith plenty to share XXXXXXXXXI have a closet full of things XXXXXXXXXXXXBut nothing to wear XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron XXXLoving every dreadful wonderfully horrible XXXXXXImaginary realities XXXXXXXXXThat makes my beating heart XXXXXXXXXXXXBlindly see fatalities XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron ❝Twenty-one | Female | Lizzy, Liz, Elle, Annie ❞ ↘ ↙
Everything had been happening so quickly from that point on, it was difficult for Elizabelle to wrap her mind around all of it.
At first, the brunette just looked at the red-headed girl and labeled her as a threat, but it took a small chain of events to realize that the girl standing in front of the group had no shirt on. Mainly, the thing that jogged her realization, was when Tony handed the youth the shirt from his own back. Elizabelle couldn't recall any memory of the girl that stood before them and usually she would just write the red-heads presence off as having made her own way through the building after escaping, but the stunned look on her face was just too weird. It was as if the girl didn't realize she was in fact a girl. Elizabelle was sure that confusion flooded everyone else's face just like it had with hers.
Her blue-gray orbs went towards Tony instinctively since she had a feeling that Lux wouldn't be startled easily and normally she wouldn't make assumptions about the newly rescued boy being startled but she hadn't had a good chance to learn much about his personality. Besides, Tony seemed like the type of person to hide his emotions and not put them on a stage for all the critics to look at. Perhaps this was a very good trait? Elizabelle had no knowledge of this since she was more impulsive than pensive, which could get her into a lot of trouble more-so in a situation like this than any other in the past. Despite all of her assumptions, Tony seemed just about as calm as she expected Lux to be, which made her seem very alone in this place indeed. I can't believe I'm stuck here with such calculating minds... Her voice echoed around her head, making her seem even more lonely. All these thoughts bouncing around in my head... it's quite lonely. Elizabelle was the type of girl who still wrote in a diary. Childish? Yes, but when you live in a house that stifles your own thoughts and pushes them through a strainer so fine that it comes out in perfectly articulated sentences, then diaries were a way of release.
It wasn't long before things started to go down-hill from here.
It was Tony's voice that reached her first. His clear words resonated throughout the room and took a few short moments to click in the brunette's head. She had been pulled from her daze so quickly that it alarmed her when the door burst open and she felt bullets ricocheting off of the metal surfaces of the cell room. Instinctively, she ducked behind the piece of metal that Tony had flung over as her heart beat could be felt attacking her ribcage with strong and scared beats.
In her hysteria, the dull throbbing of her muscles started intensifying as Elizabelle tried her hardest to try and do something logical for once in her life. But that thought was short-lived, especially when the brunette saw her chance as the red-headed girl threw herself into the crowd of men, knocking a gun into her direction. Her fingers itched as the gun slide too close to her to not do anything about it. Using the confusion in the crowd as a decoy, the girl let the warmth take over her body and hoped she didn't do anything stupid.
No games anymore. It's do or die.
Elizabelle moved in what seemed like a blur as she simultaneously kicked the gun up into her hands --a move she had seen in one of her zombie actions films-- and grabbed a nearby "soldier". Her one hand lifted the gun up that was far too heavy for such a petite frame and held it towards the throat of the guy who was now squirming in her death-grip --another favorite move from one of her Indiana Jones movies. Somehow, her one little hand fit over the two mammoth hands of her newly acquired prisoner.
She loaded the gun with her right hand and as the sound resonated throughout the room, she felt more and more eyes turn to her shock. Her fingers noticed the pulse that was beating under the pressure of her hands and she realized the pulse was the soldiers. Elizabelle felt something that she knew would gnaw at her insides for the rest of her life. She felt guilt. This man could have a family and here she was threatening his life. The brunette knew that there was no way she'd be responsible for pulling the trigger --not even the most powerful muscle urges could make her do that.
I hate this.
It was the truth, but she hoped that her little action might be able to provoke the others into doing something. She was just being the distraction in this little plan.
I won't have someone's blood on my hands.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 5:28 pm
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analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Everything happened fast and slow, too fast for Lux to react, too slow for her to miss a thing. And her stupid, ********' eye took it all in. Over-analyzed everything until everyone was a number, moving hurriedly across a room, and every bullet was a speed. And Tony, his voice was a number of decibels. "Duck!" There was the slam and creak of the metal table. The red flash. React. Lux did as she was told, and somehow still did not fail to watch the redhead, slammed in the shoulder by a bullet.
The look on the redhead's face was not one of someone who was unscathed, but as soon as the cross-hairs fell upon the girl, she was only a number on a scale of one to one hundred, measured on a scale of pain. And yet, the girl launched herself at the man, the gun skidded across the floor, looking like something magical. Something fallen out of a fairy tale, that hardly seemed real. Fast, Elizabelle scooped up the gun. One second. Two seconds, and the muzzle was pressed to the man-- no, the threat's throat. These sorts of situations, it was so easy to become detached, especially when your mind was nothing but brimming with numbers.
Seconds passed, and Elizabelle looked regretful. Something had to be done, and it had to be done at that very moment. Lux felt out of place as she stood from where she had crouched, noting only briefly the depth at which the bullets had lodged themselves in the thick, metal table. Tony had provided cover, the redhead had disarmed their foe, and Elizabelle had rendered him harmless-- they were a well-oiled machine. A machine with an extra part. The steps that brought her over to the girl, the gun still pressed to the man's neck, also brought her thoughts of how useless she had been in the situation.
A jab wasn't quite the right word for the closed fist that Lux sent into the man's stomach, but it was the closest she could think of-- considering the circumstances. Where had she been, just
last night, before bed? She'd been sitting on the couch next to Ethan, and they were talking about their first family portrait-- and where it would hang. And how great it would be. And colorful, and perfect. That was when Lux still thought life was forever, and she was still young enough that being idealistic was a great way to live. When she opposed violence, and wasn't entirely sure what a pressure point was-- much less, where any were located. Now, here she was. The jab, it was certainly enough, the man let out a weak wheeze of protest, and crumpled to the floor-- not dead, but in enough pain that he wouldn't be any more trouble.
Poor Elizabelle looked a mess, not physically-- but she looked panicked. Anyone would've been in her situation, of course. But Lux was the image of calm, cold and unsympathetic. It was a persona that she couldn't afford to throw away-- where would she be, if she started panicking? It was not something that she thought advisable. "Would you rather someone else hold onto that?" She asked, though it sounded more like a suggestion than a question. It was obvious that Elizabelle had no intentions of using it, and it would only work as a threat for so long. 'Sides, Elizabelle looked horribly uncomfortable around it-- not that Lux could expect anything different, after all, she was raised to understand that guns were evil.
Also, there was the question of the redhead, who was obviously in some amount of trouble. She'd been shot, and judging by the blood-- in the shoulder. It could've definitely been worse. Undeniably. Percentage of blood loss was low, but the rate was fast-- though steadily slowing. Maybe Lux could buy contacts, or sunglasses-- and maybe she could be a doctor, her freakish optical transplant seemed good for that, at least-- if nothing else. They couldn't stay still for long, though-- there was no way that no one had heard the gunshots. She would have to be alright, for now, at least. "You think you can manage until we're sure we're not going to die?" Lux asked the redhead, though it sounded like an awful question to her.
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◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢ Even the rain of bullets couldn't muffle the voices, and they only grew louder, faster. They were demanding Tony's attention, and he was frozen in place, his mind pained with the amount of activity that buzzed inside of it. Pain crept up through his temples and pulsed in his forehead, behind his eyes-- with every heartbeat his entire head throbbed. ...never been shot before... Tony had experienced migraines, before. He'd suffered them in times of great stress-- for example, the entire period between his grandfather's death and his parent's divorce was plagued with them.
...nothing in Hollywood prepared you for this kinda thing... The voice was male, it was the same voice that, before, he couldn't place. Tony's eyes moved upwards, maybe to find the source of the voice-- something to connect these auditory hallucinations with, or maybe for an ultimate out. A way to get away from this overwhelming noise. The redhead, her white shirt was stained in blood that started at the shoulder and moved down. She dove at the man with the gun. ...the next bullet could be the one to do me in...
The gun clattered to the floor, and Tony flinched. He would've reacted, but his mind was sluggish-- and Elizabelle was there first. Relief. He couldn't help it, the gun was in friendly hands, though perhaps they weren't the most experienced. Undoubtedly, the three of them could take on one unarmed man, but what were the odds of one with a gun against the three unarmed? Things were better this way, he told himself.
Another fragment of a thought floated to the surface, the others bubbling beneath it-- quieter, but not unheard. ...it's do or die... Elizabelle, she moved fast, and then she was holding the soldier, and the gun was pressed to his throat. It was a dangerous stance. Threatening. But, doubt arose. ...I hate this... A different voice rose above the noise, but only momentarily. ...easy to become detached in these situations... It was that blond girl's voice, Lux. Tony allowed his gaze to fall on her only briefly. She remained ducked beside him, behind the table-- in safety. But she did, indeed, look detached. ...something had to be done...
...I won't have someone's blood on my hands... Elizabelle. She wasn't going to do it. She was stalling for time. ...I'll never see my wife again... Came a male voice, pleading though he himself said nothing-- perhaps frozen in fear. ...she told me not to take the job... Sympathy did not come easy. ...just wanted to get through school... Tony ought to have, but he didn't think to move. It was all on the others. Lux stood, and his eyes were drawn immediately to her. In this moment of physical silence, anything seemed risky.
...how useless I was... She took calculated steps toward Elizabelle, and Tony didn't want to guess what had to come next. The man squirmed. ...what he said was true... It was a quick strike to the stomach, and the man crumbled. Not unconscious, but definitely incapacitated. ...thank, God... He looked as if he was in pain, but Lux spoke softly to Elizabelle. Tony stood up slowly, the redhead didn't look okay, but Lux was talking to her-- or him. Anthony wasn't sure.
Instead, Anthony approached the soldier. Despite himself, he found curiosity eating at him. The man was on the ground, but definitely conscious. He kneeled beside him. "What did he say?" The man stared him down, looking clueless. Tony hated repeated himself, his annoyance was obvious in his voice. "What did he say that was true?" More fearful than clueless, now. ...how did he know?
"He said you would be merciless." His response was met with confusion, and it only rose more questions. Who was "he"? What right did he have, blaming them for being merciless? It certainly wasn't their fault, after all, they hadn't signed any papers, received any documentation-- they were kidnapped, here against their will. They didn't have the time, and somehow Anthony knew that any further questioning would prove fruitless. Tony stood up straight, focusing more on his own mind than the voices that buzzed in his. What was going on? What did they do to him? Obviously, these voices were those of others, but what did they mean?
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:51 pm
£LIZABELLE ➜ ANNE ➜ MORDANTI suppose you can say I have ☞ photographic muscle memory♫ ♪ || ♪ ♫ || ♫ ♪ XXXI have absolutely nothing XXXXXXXWith plenty to share XXXXXXXXXI have a closet full of things XXXXXXXXXXXXBut nothing to wear XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron XXXLoving every dreadful wonderfully horrible XXXXXXImaginary realities XXXXXXXXXThat makes my beating heart XXXXXXXXXXXXBlindly see fatalities XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron ❝Twenty-one | Female | Lizzy, Liz, Elle, Annie ❞ ↘ ↙
Her palm was sweaty as the cool metal of the gun made her hands clammy. Holding a gun towards a man's neck was hardly the time to have a sweaty trigger finger and Elizabelle cursed herself and the wretched piece of machinery for it. Beat after beat, her pulse quickened as more hateful eyes turned towards her and more than ever she felt like an experiment that they created in order to destroy. It was their choice to make us this way and now they're going to destroy us?! Anger made her body quiver and she felt her muscles jump in anticipation under the thin layer of ivory skin. Only her will-power stopped herself from jumping the group of men, leaving destruction in her path --which might have been the better thing to do in this situation-- but this way she could prove a distraction long enough for the others to do some offensive work. Of course, Elizabelle planned on joining them.
Just as she expected, Lux was the first to step into action which calmed Elizabelle significantly. Unlike the brunette, Lux actually had a profitable ability --if that's what you called it. At the moment, it seemed more like a curse than a blessing since people aren't hunted down by the barrel of a gun if they were blessed. Elizabelle watched in a sort of awe as Lux moved rapidly towards the man she was holding captive and delivered a solid blow to his gut. The brunette immediately felt the slack on her emotional ties as he fell to the ground.
It was at this point that the clock was ticking since the other soldiers were bound to catch up quickly. It was helpful that not all of them had guns, though. Perhaps this way they could do more hands-on combat and the battle would be more even.
For once, Elizabelle could say that her mind was pulled from it's calculating by Lux's voice. Despite the fact that blonde's intentions were noble and that Lizzy probably did look somewhat like a mess, she was on defense mode and so were her comebacks. Her tolerance was generally high, but being pushed, pulled shot at and going through an emotional roller-coaster that could only be described as hell, the brunette was having a severe lack of lenience. For maybe the first time in her life, her mouth pulled up into what could be described as a small scowl, "Knock yourself out," Her hand raised and brought the barrel of the gun down on an approaching soldier's head. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, but Elizabelle knew she hadn't killed him. Her blow was accurate but not deadly. "Don't kill anyone, our humanity is the only thing that keeps us from being the monsters that these assholes think we are. We don't need them being right." Her slender hands tossed the gun towards Lux and felt somewhat relieved that the weight of someone's life was out of her hands and off of her shoulders.
With a smile on her face, Elizabelle joined the red-headed girl in the crowd of lackeys, bringing them back into the world of reality by rushing into battle only before sending them back into their own state of mind with blows to the head. The only thing she could say about her newly acquainted ability was that she was pro at dealing close-range combat but that's only because she had copied them from her action films. For the moment, I'm just going to have to make my useless ability useful. These were the last thoughts she had before letting the warmth ripple over her muscles and take over her body, knocking around people in her path.
Somewhere amidst all of the confusion and fighting, Elizabelle could hear Tony actually talking to one of those men, specifically the one that she was holding captive by gun-point. The brunette felt that this was the time to experiment her powers. Her body moved on its own accord --without any help from her scatter-brain-- so, the brunette put her being on what could only be described as auto-pilot while her mind tried to focus only on what Tony was saying. Amazingly, her body did was she had hoped it would do while her ears closed in on the words he was speaking. Most of it was choppy, but she could make out that Tony was asking the soldier a question. Something about the truth..? What truth? Then it hit her; The voice of the man she had threatened to death. More importantly, what he was saying.
Shock burned her body, We're the merciless ones?!
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 2:55 am
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Jayden rolled sluggishly off of the soldier he had disarmed just in time for Elizabelle to pick him off the ground, and the large bit of artillery pushed into his head. Perhaps, in a perfect world, he would have suggested that she not shoot the man, but with a bullet in his now bleeding arm, the young male could have cared less.
They wanted to play rough? Well, he wasn't going to lie back and take it -- and if they had to take a few of these mother f'ers out on the way, so be it. He wasn't going to loose sleep over the blood-shed.
Pushing his, currently, female body against the wall, he breathed through the pain that was shooting through his arm like it was being stabbed repeatedly with a hot, salted, jagged knife. Jayden could feel the trickling blood trailing down his limb, could taste the copper in the air, but man, was he relieved it was only his shoulder. Now it was a matter of if he could survive an infection, he would likely be okay.
Looking to the others, they all seemed to be physically unscathed. Good. That had been the point of his heroics - and they at least had a few moments of time before backup came for the soldier Lux had forced to the white tile.
He left them all to their own devices for a bit - needing to do something with his arm. If he wanted to escape with the rest, he needed to make sure he wasn't going to slow them down. It was either that, or they were going to have to leave him here. He was glad at least, that he had awarded Elizabelle the chance by throwing her injured arm into a sling.
Speaking of whome, Jayden looked over to the door as the calvary arrived. 'Here we go again...' He thought to himself, in an attempt to get off the floor he was currently sitting upon. But the brunette beat him to the punch -- or a good many punches as it seemed to be.
The female didn't once let her broken arm slow her down, as she took down what looked to be a group of about ten to the ground.
Escaping now would likely be a good course of action. Yup.
He looked over to his fellow captives. "Lux! Uhh... guy! Grab what you can off of him-- weapons, key cards --we need to leave, now while Elizabelle is making us a path!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 6:03 am
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The scowl on Elizabelle's face was unbecoming on her, but Lux took no offense to her harsh response. This was defining of a "high-stress situation", and anyone was willing to get a little touchy. What did bother her was what came next. Elizabelle smashed the barrel of the gun down on the soldier's head, and he collapsed in a heap. It was unnecessary, by far. He had been down and out with only the blow that Lux had delivered. She didn't favor the possibility that Elizabelle was feeling a little violent.
But humanity? At this rate, they weren't going to get out of the building with any of it at all. Despite herself, Lux fed the flame-- it was a horrible thing to do in this situation, egg the girl on like this, but she couldn't help it. She was tossed the gun, and caught it easily, her voice was cool and even. There was a coldness to it, but not a drop of venom. "Just be sure it's not your humanity that gets you killed." True enough, they couldn't afford to be too merciless, she had no doubt that they had every intention of killing them-- and she would do all in her power to keep that from happening. Truthfully, Lux didn't care what kind of monsters they thought they were, she didn't care what they thought. In fact, she almost preferred that they be thought of as monsters, that way it was all on them-- after all, they had to accept the consequences of what they had done to the group. She, as was likely with any of them in the group, would've much preferred to be at home, doing whatever it was she'd usually be doing right now.
The gun had a sort of weight to it, so much so that it was a constant reminder of its existence-- but not a burden. Its weight felt more like a reminder of its power, than anything else. Don't kill anyone, Elizabelle had said, but Lux was sure that someone was going to end up dead before they got out of here. It was only a shame that it had to work out that way. The gun, though, felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. The last piece of some machine, that it
needed to fulfill whatever purpose it had. After all, an iPod dock could play the radio, but why would you want it to? Lux had never really put much stock in feelings, but this was a pretty strong one. She felt like she was seeing through her strange new vision for the first time, again, though nothing had visibly changed. As she glanced toward the others, the cross-hair didn't move precisely with her eye, but rather stuck momentarily on each person's face, sizing them up. A sortof auto-target. Lux didn't much like the things she was figuring out.
The door was already open, and the only sound that meant the arrival of backup was the stomping of heavy boots on the floor as they rushed the room. Elizabelle didn't seem to need any help, and she was kicking a** like it was what she was born to do. Lux glanced over at Tony, who was kneeled beside the fallen soldier. Lux couldn't help but hear what was said. "He said you would be merciless." That was the exact moment that Lux turned.
Tony was standing up again, but Lux wasn't quite finished. Who said they would be merciless? And how did they have any right to call them merciless, when they were doing all they could to survive-- and that was all? The look on Tony's face said that no amount of questioning would do them any good, and though Elizabelle was clearing a path, Lux was almost hesitant to leave. After all, this was the first place that they had really had any control over anything. They had kicked a** here, taken control and gotten a chance to be real people again. It was nice.
The redhead's voice cut through the noise. How did she know Lux's name? And if she knew Lux's name, why didn't she know Tony's? There would be time for that later, Lux decided. She turned and nodded to Tony-- they needed whatever they could get, if they were going to make it out of here alive, or at least in mostly one piece. Her eyes were back on the man, the soldier, and numbers were running through her head again. Heart rate, rate of breathing. Rate
of blood loss was slow, his wounds were minimal-- and most of them were sustained from the blow to the head with the gun. Lux kneeled beside him and dug through his pockets. Security card, and his seemed to have a more restricted clearance than the doctors. Were there things being conducted here that even the security wasn't supposed to know about? There were a couple more guns, but they all seemed like back-up weapons, they were smaller, less powerful, but lighter. Three handguns in total. Everyone could be armed, though Lux doubted that Elizabelle would want one.
There wasn't much else there, unfortunately, so Lux stood again, and walked back to the redhead, who seemed to be assessing the damage. She offered a hand up, and caught a glance of something colored beneath the white fabric. A tattoo? Weird, that she would have one in the same place that-- "Jayden?" Belated as the realization was, disbelief still colored her voice. What the hell happened to him? What the hell had happened to any of them? Elizabelle out there reenacting every action movie Lux had ever seen, and more, Lux herself with the most obvious defect-- or what had been the most defect, until Jayden opted out of muscles for mammary glands..------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 9:14 am
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢ He was only just standing from where he had crouched beside the guy when he saw the wave of bodies come into the room. Backup. They didn't even have time to fire, Elizabelle was moving so fast. Tony was glad to have her on their team, though whether or not it would last-- he wasn't sure. It didn't seem very much, to him, like she was much for being a team player. He couldn't judge, because he had the same problem. We're the merciless ones?! It certainly seemed that way, though Tony had no problem with it. After all, they tried to kill them, first.
The redhead was shouting orders, and ordinarily Tony would've resented that-- but she, he? The redhead had a point. Lux was already walking back to the soldier, and was checking through his pockets. There were other soldiers, all around them. Ammo would be good, but they didn't need any more guns. He wasn't sure it was worth the time to check, but he hated wasting time. While Lux was checking the soldier on the floor, Tony moved quickly through the other ones. They all had security cards, but there were no wallets, no ids. They were nameless, and by their security cards it looked like they were just pictures and numbers-- the pictures were unsmiling, and generally unhappy. Even they looked as if they didn't want to be there.
...not much stock in feelings. Rose from the jumble before Lux started toward the redhead, who hadn't seemed to have moved much, though s/he couldn't be blamed. "Jayden?"
Had he not been hearing the guy, or girl, in his head since he, or she, first entered the room-- Tony would've been wordlessly surprised. Sure, Jayden could be a girl's name, but he'd seldom heard it that way. Tony couldn't help but speak up. "Jayden." He repeated softly, his personality starting come through only as his shock started to subside. "Isn't that a guy's name?"
Elizabelle was probably moving steadily ahead of them, and if they didn't catch up-- there was a good chance she was going to be overwhelmed. Tony took one of the guns that Lux had collected, though he had no intention of shooting anyone unless he absolutely had to. Though, he didn't exactly have as much of a problem with it as Elizabelle had seemed to.
"We shouldn't stay here much longer." Tony spoke up, figuring that if they stayed in one place much longer, they would be attacked again. What they needed to be doing, was looking for an exit-- surviving just didn't seem to be enough, anymore. They needed an out.
[OOC: Kinda short. Sorry.]
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:28 am
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●The currently female Jayden watched Lux dig around in the soldiers pockets. He felt rather useless, only able to suggest a course of action, but what else could he do? If only he could get the damn slug out of his shoulder....
Three guns, and a security card. Not much could be expected to be found on the guy, but somehow Jayden was disapointed. Keys to a car, a credit card, a chocolate bar... Maybe thinking about what they would do once they were out of this... facility was a little pre-mature, but he couldn't help it. What exactly were they going to do when they were actually free?
Guaranteed someone was going to come after them. That was how these kinds of things worked, right? And who knew exactly where they were in the world. They could have been somewhere in a city or something - and considering they were all wearing hospital johnnies, and Mr. Pretty boy wasn't wearing a shirt right now, it was a good guess to say they were going to stick out in a crowd.
And if by chance they were in the middle of no where, would they be able to survive the elements? Not likely.
Jayden was okay with the small medical stuff, but even he knew he was going to need a real doctor, and antibiotics. And Elizabelle was in a similar boat. It wouldn't work well for anyone if her arm healed in the wrong way.
Taking hold of the hand that Lux extended to him, he carefully stood. Not wanting to aggravate his injury, but also trying to make sure he didn't pull her down to the floor with him. The ease at which she pulled him up startled him a little, and it took him a moment to remember he wasn't himself.
Clearly Lux had finally caught on to that as well. A fact which obviously confused their male friend. He gave the blond a quick nod before looking over at the other boy. For a moment he had a small crooked smile.
"Yeah, that's right. Sorry to disappoint you pal, but the packaging is fake - 'At least, I hope it is...' - so no need to drool. 'Sides, the real one wasn't that great where it counts.
He hoped the dude would get the point, and that was where he left it. "Look, we'll talk about all this... "X-men weird" stuff when we're able to sit. I think we should help Elizabelle out, huh?"
Pulling his injured arm into a somewhat comfortable position - if you could call it that - the male grabbed one of the smaller guns and headed for the door, not caring to wait for the other two. Yes, perhaps he was being a little impulsive, but they had no time to think about a game plan. And they weren't likely going to be given any. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:10 am
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lux wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. She was a he, and was Jayden. Was it better that they hadn't just lost Jayden, and gained some weird redhead that seemed incapable of introducing herself? Not particularly, Lux preferred the familiar. Really, if that had a moment, she would've liked to know why Jayden had turned into a girl, but, then, she also would've liked to know why the hell Tony was so calm about this.
Throughout everything she had worked so damn hard to keep her head, and this blew her mind a little. But now, here was Tony being-- what was that? Sarcastic? This was not the time nor place, and the glance that Lux shot at him was evidence of that. They couldn't afford conflict among themselves, right now, and it looked like Tony was trying to find a fire to feed. If he was going to be more trouble than he was worth, Lux wouldn't be opposed to leaving him here.
She was getting ahead of herself. Lux reminded herself, sternly, that she didn't know any of these people-- not really, anyway. She had no right to judge any of them. Least of all Tony, whom she had only just met. Well, she'd only just met all of them, but most of all the only guy in the group, currently.
She nodded to Jayden's final remark, and handed him a gun. If only Liz could see her now, nothing but cold seriousness-- being decisive, fighting, even. She felt like she could do anything, except cross an ocean. A pond, maybe, but not an ocean. Her mind moved off of the topic before gooseflesh had a chance to break over her skin. Why ruin the moment?
Then, they were moving again, leaving the room full of fallen men behind. They needed only follow the tracks, the soldiers. But after a while, there were no more-- as if pursuit had ended,
or they had run out of people. It wouldn't be a permanent situation, Lux suspected, they wouldn't let people just break free and wander around until they found an exit. It just didn't work that way.
And there was Elizabelle. Lux couldn't help but speak up, it seemed like nothing was being done to actively find an exit. "You figure if he walk in a straight line long enough we'll find an elevator, or some stairs?" Lux didn't like the idea of an elevator, it could easily be shut down on them. She didn't relish the idea of being stuck in a metal cage, waiting for the sharks. Or bulls. Were they bulls? God forbid they were, Lux didn't much mind the idea of some unknown, powerful organization doing this to people as their own government. At least that way, the government could be the ones to shut down such a horrible thing.
Lux hated to voice her other suggestion, it only meant more violence, but it was probably their best. "Running away from them, there's no guarantee that we're going to go anywhere. If we find where they're coming from, it has to lead to a way out." It had to, because it had to-- not because of any real logic. Maybe they were only leading themselves further in the maze, but Lux would've preferred at least the idea that they were making some progress. She didn't want to stand here and just beat down people until they were, inevitably, overwhelmed and killed.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:19 am
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢ Tony couldn't help his small smile, when it came to light that the redhead was a dude. He could've told her that. "Good. That means I don't have to tell you that you have a seriously mannish voice." Not true, well, actually, it was true to a point. The voice that Tony heard in his head, the one he had come to associate with the redhead-- that was mannish, the voice the redhead actually spoke with was much less so. But all the same.
The look Lux shot at him was withering. ...no time to think of a game plan. Tony snapped back into the reality of the thing. Jayden was shot, Elizabelle had an arm in a sling-- they were not doing well, and unless they got out, things would only get worse. The smile practically melted off of his face. If only liz could see me now...
And then it was time to go. There was no more fighting, at least, not for the moment, since it looked like Elizabelle had wiped out half of the base-- that was probably an overestimate, but it couldn't be by much. She was the end of the mess of bruised and battered soldiers. "Have a nice power trip?" Good ole Grandpa DuPont always said to just be yourself, it was only a shame that Tony's "yourself" had come out as such a little a*****e.
He'd blame his parents, but it couldn't possibly be their fault-- even before he was such a d**k, they would have nothing to do with him, at least, not really. That was why everything had always fallen down to grandad DuPont, and when he stepped up-- Tony's mom's territory was breached. Bitter thoughts led to bitter thoughts and bitter thoughts led to, yet more, bitter thoughts.
Lux stepped up to the place. "I'd prefer the second." Tony spoke up, suddenly quiet, though he could hardly hear himself think over the swell of voices. "At least that way, we'd know there was an exit." It felt an awful lot like they were only play cat-and-mouse with them.
[OOC: Posted so that Kattsup would have a little more to reply to. C=]
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