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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:21 am
((I will help in the reviving! pirate ))
Brynn Syvra overheard them talking about stories and snorted, probably loud enough for them both to hear. They were freezing to death and they wanted to talk storytime? She thought it over and decided that it'd be best to try and figure a way out. She clutched her hair tighter around her as she called out, her voice cutting through the frozen air like a knife. (lawlz pun. anyway.) "Don't me to be a drag, but we're in subzero temperatures. Does anybody have a power that can get us out of here, let alone work? I think they gave us serum while we were unconscious."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:41 pm
((*flops a hand out from under a mountain of homework* I'm here! I exist! I will post! ... Tomorrow.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:22 pm
((*Coughs* Tomorrow is over... And I would post if Bella had posted something in response to me...*waits impatiently*))
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 1:02 pm
(( *Looks for exit under homework*....Sorry All..AP is kicking my behind.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:32 am
((So does that mean that we're dead?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:37 pm
(School...>The RP killer. In a desperate attempt, I will try to keep this going) Kirai got up off his hard, cold bed slowly. Now was no time to be bored. Kirai knocked on the door of the room, then twisted the handle. Locked. He kicked at the door then banged on it with an open palm until it turned red and began to sting. "I guess the good doctor won't let us out to play for the moment. "Dang it, let me out right now or I will make you wish you never came to this school." No response. Either this place is sound proof, or noone is out there. Rai sat down on the floor, his numb body a side effect of the gas . Okay. So there must be a way out. I can breathe, so there must be an airflow from somwhere. Maybe a vent. Also, they must feed us. I don't think anyone ate before they gassesd us. That leaves me two options. One, try to find the airflow and hope that a vent leads me out, or two, wait for food and jump a guard. Rai pondered upon these options as he rubbed his head, for a small throbbing at his temples bothered him. (Okay. Its up to Gerad to decide how and when to let us out. I have done my part)
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:26 pm
BellaTheDevious (( *Looks for exit under homework*....Sorry All..AP is kicking my behind.)) ((Tell me about it. My grave is made of the same stuff, with a different tombstone. 'IB'. *dies*))
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:37 pm
"..With a loaded gun and a steady hand...we can make it through this....."
-------------------------------------------------- ((I dont want the rp to die crying so we need revival posts!!!)) --------------------------------------------------
...The Rebellion lives on....
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:01 pm
"..With a loaded gun and a steady hand...we can make it through this....."
-------------------------------------------------- Alice’s brow furrowed at Charlie’s question. Her mind flitting through her memories, trying to recall how she figured hers out.
“Well…I’m not sure. Mine just sort of happened. It’s something you’ll probably just have to wait out.” Alice answered; her voice was unsure and a little distant as she remembered the first time her power had revealed itself. It happened during one of her tantrums. Alice had been infuriated by the manner in which Gerard was treating Dawn, back then her personality possessed more fire and resilience, but since then has died down. In her efforts to attack Gerard, the guards had been summoned, and ordered to take her to the punishing room. A place she dreaded far more than solitary. Her struggles became more desperate, as she tried to get away from her bleak fate. The doctor’s eyes shined back at her with a sadistic glow. A tremor racked her body, she had to get away.
But she didn’t. Not much of a surprise as it was frightening. Each time she was down here the punishment was worse, and longer. Each contributing to the other. The guards dragged her down to the first floor, strapping her down to the sturdy chair, with the all-to-familiar leather straps. Alice remembered how she trembled with such fear and adrenaline she thought she would pass out. A guard she knew now to be Trevor, sneered down at her, his teeth glinting in the light making him look like a feral dog stalking his prey.
“You did it now girly. Your going to get it this time.” He said, a southern twang slurring his speech. Alice wished she has something smart or sarcastic to say, and any other day she would, but at that moment she knew he was right. Her desperation was over whelming, causing her to thrash uselessly in her binds. Trevor laughed at her feeble attempts. Suddenly there was more than fear fueling her struggles, it was rage. Igniting once more inside of her, burning though her fear, over powering everything. All she wanted at that moment was to kick his a**.
Behind Trevor the other guard named Oliver prepared the torture devices, a few knives and syringes. He had been completely unsuspecting of the events about to occur. Alice’s eyes locked on the potential weapons. Images of those syringes digging into Trevor dancing in her head. Little did she know what she could do. As if pulled by and invisible force the needles rose into the air. Oliver stared blankly at it, debating whether he was going mad. While Alice stared at it with first shock, then amusement. Closing her eyes she thought of the images again, and it wasn’t until she heard the pained screams of the guard, and felt the warm wet rush of blood on her face did she realize her power.
“What if I don’t have one?” Charlie asked. Alice jumped alittle, having been so absorbed in her memory.
“Oh well, I doubt that. I’m sure you have one, you just have to be patient.” She said, putting a hand on Charlie’s shoulder encouragingly. She felt bad for the girl, and wondered if she really did have a power.
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...The Rebellion lives on....
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:24 pm
Patient? Bah. Charlie never liked being patient. Everyone was always telling her that, and she had been tired of it for a long time now. Charlie made a face at the thought of continuing to wait. Again, she doubted whether she actually belonged there. Why the hell can't I just fit in? Wait a minute...
What about the serum? It had done something to her. Didn't that mean that she did fit in? With a sigh, she resolved to try the patience thing. For a little while.
"Yeah, I guess. Great. Patience has never actually been my strong point. But when I woke up just now, I felt...disabled. Sort of. Like one of my senses was shut off. Only I can see, hear, taste, smell, and touch just fine. I guess that means that there's something worth being patient for?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 6:41 pm
(Um...did I come at the right time to restore this masterpiece to life?)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:45 pm
((I...I miss you guys. *sniffle*))
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