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 Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:52 am
£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 muscles ached, but in a dull throbbing way that relieved her muscles of that build up pressure. In the back of her mind, Elizabelle realized that in order to keep herself in check she might have to enlist in a karate class or something --something to keep herself from turning into the human juggernaut that she was at the present moment. However, the juggernaut inside of her could only feed on her muscles' strength for so long until the dull throbbing turned into pain. The brunette dreaded having to deal with what her body would feel like the next morning, that is if I even see tomorrow morning. The usual optimist in the girl was starting to dwindle into just a flickering flame compared to the roaring fire it used to be. It was a fire inside of her that many envied --or so she had been told-- and it was a fire that she must have taken for granted since she knew now what it felt like to feel hopeless. Elliot... Images of her brother rushed to her brain, making her eyes sting. So this is what he feels everyday--
Smack.
Her thoughts were so rudely interrupted by her head hitting the hard surface of the wall, making spots crawl across her line of vision. It wasn't until she felt the warmth pool in her tangled brown mess of hair that she noticed the man running towards her and pinning her against the wall. Elizabelle couldn't help the scream pass her lips as he gripped both her healthy arm and her braced one, pushing her hand against her own body and contorting it uncomfortably. The pain that she had nearly forgotten about in her adrenaline-crazed faze resurfaced again and was even angrier this time. Elizabelle's pain fueled her anger which fed her power to react in the only way that she knew possible at the present time and that was with violence but the violence she felt was cut short by what could only be described as intrigue. It was an inappropriate time to feel such emotion but the confusion was well-justified --for some reason or another, Elizabelle felt not only the tension in her own muscles but she could feel it rippling through the man's too. Where his muscular hands gripped her arms, she could feel his muscles clenched which moved up through the rippling muscles in his arm that contracted the more he squeezed her arm. It was odd, feeling someone else's muscle movements but what was more peculiar was the fact that it felt so familiar. The feeling was similar to what Elizabelle felt every time her body took control of her since she had no more control of his actions than she did her own. The discovery was seemingly useless, but informative all at the same time.
Her intrigue was disrupted by the man flashing a silver, metallic object in front of her face. Noticing the object right away as a knife, Elizabelle felt and saw her hysteria through the reflective surface. Along with the emotion that masked her face, she saw the tangled brown hair, her tired looking blue-gray eyes and what seemed to be blue veins crawling from her spine and around to her collar bone. Elizabelle prioritized and settled for figuring the blue veins out later. At the moment, it was all about survival. The brunette executed a standard knee to the groin move and it was effective almost immediately. The poor guy didn't probably think she'd go for something so seemingly simplistic given the fact that she was pulling out the self-defense moves moments ago. As he crumpled to the ground, Elizabelle looked around at her own destruction. Either there were people on the ground, groaning or there were people on the opposite side of the room, staring at her incredulously. Being modest, the brunette deduced that she hadn't taken down nearly half of the soldiers, but the amount she had taken down was pretty solid considering her condition and having zero training. Perhaps this ability isn't as useless as I thought... Whatever its use was, Elizabelle was certain that if she trained properly her power could be even stronger since the only moves she had done were the select few she had seen in her beloved action films. The possibilities seemed endless.
Feeling a weight being lifted from her shoulders, the brunette was in higher spirits than before. Her power wasn't useless, she had done a pretty good job in proving it, nobody was seriously hurt and she wasn't alone in this garbage dump of a situation. Not to mention, the built up pressure in her body was finally subsided and her body felt a relief that it hadn't felt in a long time despite the pain she felt in her arm. She muttered to herself, "I feel better..."
Tony's voice was the first she heard, "Have a nice power trip?" There was a part of her that realized this was meant as an insult but she smiled anyways. Hell, not only did she smile, but she even laughed about it. As if anyone could find anything to actually laugh about in this situation, but this brunette did. Her blue-gray orbs looked at the mass of soldiers groaning on the ground and then back up at Tony with a smile that not only reached her mouth but also her eyes, "Indeed." Mentally, the brunette debated with herself, Oh god, I really have gone insane. But even her mental being had to laugh --Not a laugh of insanity, but a laugh of some sort of joy which could be a lack of sanity in itself at a time like this.
Her eyes darted from Tony to the rest of the group and heard them talking to the red-head and addressing her as Jayden, which was strange even to Elizabelle who was strange all by herself --no help needed. Pieces of the puzzle started fitting nicely together and it began to make sense that the red-head could be Jayden but just in different skin. So he must be some sort of shapeshifter... It made sense.
Turning the dial on her brain, she tuned herself in on their conversation and heard Lux's suggestion which made sense to her. Elizabelle piped up to the group, feeling like it had been a while since she had a conversation with them due to the fact she had been preoccupied for a while, "I agree. Lux has a point with finding where they're coming from. The idea has merit. I suggest we go quickly; it's now or never. Those guys won't stay on the ground for long."
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 6:09 pm
  .s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Following closely with Lux and the guy - whom he let have the front, because he wasn't about to let a girl play the leader in this death march - Jayden provided them with a bit of background cover.He would have taken the front, but injured didn't make for a great defense. So in the rear he stayed.
At least until they finally caught up to Elizabelle. He whistled loudly to himself at the sight of all the bodies on the pristine white floor of the hall. She had taken out a whole squadron it looked like, and the girl barely look scathed. Maybe a little tired, but they were all bound to look that way right now.
Deciding quickly to search the unconscious men, Jay poked around for anything of use. He grabbed a two more of the bigger guns and one guy had some sort of flash drive on him. It was tucked into a pocket at the breast, and as he tugged at the attached lanyard, the soldier woke up a moment, clutching Jayden's hand and looking half frightened, half ready for more of a fight.
The current female jumped a little at the contact, but before 'she' could react, the male's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he was out again. 'oh...kay...?' Jayden had to wonder if the guy was really out, but decided to make short work of finishing up and taking what he had started to steal.
Walking back over to the others it sounded like they had concluded on a plan. "I'm down. Better than nothing, I guess. And if we gotta die, might as well blow a chunk out of their employee roster!" That was when he pitched on of the bigger guns over at Pretty Boy.
With a crooked grin, and the need to push onward, to no one he said, "Yippy ki yay, mother f***ers!" ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX (( :/ Srry, short -- also, in the odd chance that I do get swamped again this week [It wasn't really planned] please feel free to push on and ghost me in somewhere -- I hate holding things up))
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 6:49 pm
Ƹɽιк Ƞιcɧ014ι β14cк  T. ƸCH. Ƞ0P.4TH¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
ɭ ɧαd α dɽƹαϻ τɧατ ɭ ƒƹƖƖ ƒɽoϻ τɧƹ ɽooƒτoр
αŋd ŋo oŋƹ wαs τɧƹɽƹ τo ϲατϲɧ ϻƹ
þʋτ ƴoʋ wƹɽƹ τɧƹɽƹ ατ τɧƹ ƹŋd
ϲɽαdƖιŋɡ ϻƴ ɧƹαd ιŋ ƴoʋɽ αɽϻs
αs ϻƴ ϲɽιϻsoŋ ϲɽowŋ ƹŋɡʋƖƒƹd ƴoʋɽ ϲƖoτɧƹs
αŋd ɭ Ɩαʋɡɧƹd ατ τɧƹ sιɡɧτ oƒ ιτ αƖƖ…
Erik thought that night had gone well. His work was completed early – for once – and he’d had a decent conversation with Max. They ate dinner together for the first time in ages, and Erik had even gotten her to laugh. So why were the nightmares coming back again?
Tonight’s nightmare wasn’t much different from any other night. It started with the needles piercing his skin again, in random points all over his body. He could feel snakes twisting in his veins, rearranging his insides. What increased the intensity of these nightmares was that Erik could see nothing, hear nothing. He could only feel. An invisible macabre tailor pulled a threaded needle through his lips, and Erik awoke screaming.
Years ago, Erik used to wake to his father, shaking him. Then, it became Max, calming him with soothing words and caresses. In the end, Erik was left alone and it became a housekeeper who only stayed on to make sure he didn’t die in his sleep. This time, however, he woke only to the familiar presence of Darkness… and Pain.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to panic, but the sane part of his mind told him to relax. The darkness, the pain… It’s all just a part of my nightmare. With this thought, Erik calmed and waited for the nightmare to run its course.
But nothing happened; all that could be heard aside from his own, ragged breathing was a faint beeping that seemed to come from far away. And worse, that’s when the voices came.
Whispers in his head that he couldn’t so much hear, as he could feel. They were like little claws scrabbling inside his mind without words, as if the voices weren’t human. When he focused, he realized they weren’t all words, but numbers. Pulse: 85 bpm, SpO,%: 99, Temp: 99.1F…
“Who’s there?” He called out, but no one answered. The listings went on, but Erik couldn’t make much sense from the mumblings. He was more concerned with the fact that it was still dark in his world; he couldn’t see a goddamned thing.
He ran his tongue over his lips, realizing that the sewing of his lips must have been another part of his nightmare. Well, for a dream, this felt pretty damn real. He had a distant thought pass through his mind, If you pinch yourself, you’ll always wake up. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just throw water on your sorry a**. It was something Max used to tell him when he had a particularly rough night.
Well, pinching was out of the question if he couldn’t even lean over. It’s just a dream: You control it, don’t let it control you. His father’s voice drifted to mind so vividly, it seemed as if he were right next to him in the room. Dream or not, any chance to see his father again was worth taking.
“Dad? Dad, where are you?” he shouted out, his voice sounding gravelly from lack of water and use. “Dad? It’s dark; I can’t see you.”
The only response was his voice echoing back and that infernal beeping, those damned whispers: 100mmHmg, 65mmHmg…
“Shut up,” he hissed, losing his patience. He couldn’t stand it anymore, not being able to see.
“Wake up! Goddamnit, wake up you moron!!” Erik began to sit up, and felt restraints against his limbs; his wrists and ankles were cuffed in some sort of metal-like material, and he could hear the clinking of chains. The smell of antiseptic started to wind its way into Erik’s nostrils, and there were points of pressure all over his chest, leading up to his head and his eyes, which were now pounding ferociously.
A hospital, his mind reasoned. You must be in a hospital. Maybe you did finally keel over in your sleep. He tried piecing everything together, but the beeping wouldn’t stop, the numbers continued their chanting. Shut up, shut up, shut up...
“Shut up! All of you, whoever you are!” Erik screamed, unable to think through it all. He was losing his mind. He had to be, because at that moment, everything did stop. The beeping, the numbers… everything. Somehow, the dead silence was more unsettling.
“Hello? Someone, anyone? Please,” he pleading, finally giving up. “It’s dark, and… I don’t like the dark. Can anyone hear me?” He tugged against his restraints once more. They felt heavier than he thought they’d be, as if they were composed of something other than metal – something more. He tried to get a feel of them, but only his fingertips could reach.
“If only I could get these off,” he mumbled. Then a thought occurred to him: when he’d asked the noise to stop – well, ordered it to stop – it had listened. Maybe he was in control of this dream after all. It could be just that easy… Couldn’t it?
“Umm, open sesame?” Nothing happened.
“Umm, please?” Still nothing.
Frustration took over. God, please, let me go! The metal rattled, falling against what Erik assumed to be the floor. After swiftly sitting up, his hands immediately went up to his eyes. Something soft covered them, and he tore it off fervently, letting it fall to the ground. At that moment, he wished he hadn’t.
The room was dim, but completely white, like an abandoned office, but bigger. His father’s office had looked just like this after they cleared out his belongings. The only thing the room was missing was a window… and a door. Erik couldn’t see a door anywhere, but his eyes were still adjusting, so he put off the thought.
All around him were machines with various knobs and LSD screens and wires, but they were all turned off. That was when he looked down.“What the...”
Tubes, wires, wound inside his chest and came back out into the machines. Red, blue, green, yellow… fluids that he couldn’t recognized hung in bags all around him. Erik went pale and the blood drained from his face, leaving him cold. He was going to throw up, and he was doing it now.
Leaning over, he heaved, but all that came was water and yellow liquid he assumed to be bile. Coming back up, he wiped a hand across his damp curls. That probably wasn’t a good idea. I can’t remember the last time I drank anything.
Drank. Ate. What did it matter? This was a dream, after all – right?
Calming himself, he looked around some more, but there wasn’t much more to be seen. A mirror covered one whole wall, but he hadn’t the slightest idea why. Somehow, seeing his reflection made him feel a little better, and he moved to stand.
The instant his feet hit the floor he fell to the ground, a cold tile that stretched all over the room. “Damn it!” Some of the wires attached to him ripped out, and a rainbow of fluid splashed over his feet and to the floor. At the sight of his blood, Erik’s stomach clenched. This is why I hate hospitals. Reluctantly and after seeing that no damage was being done – at the moment, anyway – he tore the rest of the tubes out and placed them on the drainage gurney he’d been chained to, the solutions filling the basin and dripping out the bottom.
He tore the pads off his head, the bandages from his neck, but couldn’t remove the tag around his wrist. A white plastic band, it was labeled with a single series of numbers that Erik couldn’t decipher, and truly, couldn’t care less about.
Taking cautious steps to the white faded walls, he began to pat each one, looking for a crack or a knob or a button or something that resembled a way out.
“Hello? I’m stuck in here; could someone help?” His heart began racing again, and blood beaded on his bare chest through the many holes punctured in it. His banging increased, and without realizing it, he began to panic. I’ve gotta wake up!
“Help! Wake me up! Please, I can’t take it anymore! WAKE ME UP! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!”
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❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:01 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  It seemed as if everyone agreed to what, at least, seemed like the more dangerous of their options. It meant that they needed to arm up, and get ready. Lux doubted the possibility of them getting out of here without having to bring someone down, in a more permanent manner than they had done previously. It wasn't something that she particularly liked the idea of, she doubted anyone else did, either-- but it couldn't be helped. What Lux cared about, now, was getting out alive. And if one of these manipulative, torturing assholes had to be sent to an early grave, then so be it.
Jay, she particularly agreed with. If they had to go down, she wanted the day to be celebrated with tearful eyes, as that day when those freaks wiped out half of the building. Already, there were a lot of people-- and Lux had a nagging suspicion that as soon as they were conscious, they would be turning in their resignations. The idea lit up her face with a smile. Hell, she'd always wanted to make a difference, something that would affect loads of people that she didn't even know. Here was her chance.
Lux nodded in agreement with the others, it hadn't seemed like a hard decision, despite the fact that they might have been sending themselves to their own deaths. It wasn't something she liked to think about, let things play out as they might, and maybe they would get out of here with some limbs still attached. Which direction did that mean? They hadn't actually seen any of the soldiers that had, thus far, attacked them, but if they retraced their steps it wouldn't be hard to make some kind of progress.
"So, that means we go this way, right?" Lux asked, though it wasn't as much a question as a suggestion. A prod in the right, or she hoped it was the right, direction. They needed to get out of here, before they lost anything more vital. And definitely, both Elizabelle and Jay would
need medical attention. There was some exchange of guns, before they were well on their way. The cross-hairs lit up on every face they passed, listing details that she would've rather not known. Then, almost without her consent, they hit a door. Lux stopped, dead in her tracks.
She'd learned better than the ignore here weird-a** deformity. There was a moment of silence, before she heard the muffled yelling. Oh. She hadn't imagined that, had she? Her mind made the decision for her, and she approached the door. A trap? It didn't even cross her mind. The doors must've been thick, and something told her that under normal circumstances, they never would've heard the muffled screaming, and the banging on the door. Lux walked towards it, and pulled it open to be met by a fellow victim.
The cross-hairs snapped to his face, and some kind of scan seemed to activate itself-- though it had done this for all of the others, Lux was only beginning to appreciate everything the strange, mechanical eyes did. Appreciate, but that didn't mean want. Numbers ran off, height, probable weight, and just because she was getting used to it didn't mean she knew what they all meant. "I'm Lux." She introduced herself awkwardly.
The familiar sound of an ocean of heavy footsteps were thundering toward them from the direction they were moving. Unfortunately, what with all of the fallen soldiers around them, hiding was out of the question. Seeing as how that was the direction they were moving, it would be a bad idea, to run. It was something that they had chosen, when they'd picked this route. They'd known that. Lux glanced over at the others as she lifted the gun. She didn't look at the new guy, he was weaponless-- it seemed like a bad idea to put more people than necessary out in the open. "Step back." Lux was bossy, this was true. But maybe in this situation, it would've been best to listen.
The soldiers rounded the corner. And Lux was moving. The cross-hairs were automatic, and the gun moved as if it were an extension of her mind. Non-lethal, she reminded herself, but something told her that, if it was required, she would be prepared to kill. The others were probably moving similarly, but Lux didn't risk a glance to make sure everyone was alright. They were armed, and if they were going to survive, they were going to have to be, to a point, independent of each other.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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
Quotable Conversationalist
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:21 am
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢  So he must be some sort of shapeshifter... Oh, well that explained it. And here, Tony thought that Jay was pre-op, or something. Anthony had no good reason to dislike the guy, but he had bad vibes off of him, or her? Either way, the guy sounded like a real self-centered d**k. Tony didn't voice that, but instead nodded his approval at the other's agreement. So it was decided, they were going to run headlong into the attack and get all of their insides blown to outsides.
Tony had a legitimate reason for agreeing with that plan. Hell, at least that way it seemed like they might actually get out-- and if they didn't, they'd be dead. And Tony would've rather been dead than stay here, in this white-washed hell. Who knew what was supposed to come next, after all they had already done. Tony expected that there would've been no walking away from this and simply returning to their normal lives. Not that his life was the kind that anyone would've actually wanted to go back to.
The jumble of voices faded back only momentarily as Jay tossed Tony a heavier gun. It was the voice that he had come to associate with Jayden ... Pretty Boy Tony ground his teeth in annoyance, and despite himself, snapped: "Hey, d**k. The name's Tony." This was not the time nor the place for a conflict among them, but sometimes Anthony had trouble keeping his temper in check. It had always been a problem.
There wasn't time for things to escalate as Lux led the way down the hall in the direction they had come. It looked like they might actually be progressing, and the idea was a definite relief. Tony, though he thought he'd never think it, longed for sunlight. They needed to get out of here, before they lost anything more vital. It was true.
They were only a little down the hall when a new voice was added to the jumble that was only building up in Tony's head. He could feel his pulse in his temple, and it wasn't something he could appreciate due to the noise that was distracting him. Only a few words, could he make out, and they were quiet, lost in the jumble. ... gotta wake up!
Tony was so distracted by the wave of noises in his head that he didn't hear the actual screams, it was Lux that opened the door, and it was as if she'd triggered it. The sound of footsteps, moving toward them. How many people could they possibly send? How long before they brought in bigger guns, if there were any? Tony only barely heard Lux's decisive order to the new guy.
Tony'd never fired a gun before, not really. He wasn't sure how much kick there'd be, but it wasn't as bad as he'd expected. They were trying not to kill, but it seemed like only Elizabelle would excel in hand-to-hand combat. Any of the others probably would've been more likely to get themselves shot. That was why Tony lifted the heavy gun and opened fire on the soldiers, trying his best to keep from aiming at anything too vital. They wanted to incapacitate, not necessarily kill.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 6:49 pm
Ƹɽιк Ƞιcɧ014ι β14cк T. ƸCH. Ƞ0P.4TH ¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
ɭ ɧαd α dɽƹαϻ τɧατ ɭ ƒƹƖƖ ƒɽoϻ τɧƹ ɽooƒτoр
αŋd ŋo oŋƹ wαs τɧƹɽƹ τo ϲατϲɧ ϻƹ
þʋτ ƴoʋ wƹɽƹ τɧƹɽƹ ατ τɧƹ ƹŋd
ϲɽαdƖιŋɡ ϻƴ ɧƹαd ιŋ ƴoʋɽ αɽϻs
αs ϻƴ ϲɽιϻsoŋ ϲɽowŋ ƹŋɡʋƖƒƹd ƴoʋɽ ϲƖoτɧƹs
αŋd ɭ Ɩαʋɡɧƹd ατ τɧƹ sιɡɧτ oƒ ιτ αƖƖ… His banging seemed futile, and Erik was just about to give up when he heard a loud clicking noise on the other side of the wall. He stood straighter, but his stomach dropped, afraid of what he’d encounter next.
Evidently, the wall had been some kind of door that could only be opened from the outside because the wall separated, and Erik backed up as someone entered. It was a young woman, probably not far from his own age. She seemed tall, and her posture radiated confidence… and power.
What is she doing in my dream? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before… Perhaps she was a student at the college. He opened his mouth to speak, but the girl was faster.
“I’m Lux.” Lux? What kind of name is that?, he thought, but decided that it wasn’t really important what she called herself. She stepped inside, briefly looking around the room before turning around. Erik wondered what her deal was, but thought better than to question it. After all, she was dressed in a short set of scrubs that he’d seen surgical patients wear at the hospital. Maybe she escaped from a room not too unlike his own…
“Uh, I’m Erik. Erik Black. Did you…”
”Step back,” the strange girl ordered, pulling out a gun. Wait, a gun? What the hell was going on here?
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on?” Erik questioned nervously; he hated guns, but he feared them as well. After all, a gun had taken his father’s life. “Look, is that really necessary? I just wanna know what the hell is going on here? What’s with the room, the wires–”
The girl’s silence made him trail off, but that wasn’t all. There were more people with Lux: two gorgeous women and a male who was staring straight at him, and then turned to the open doorway. Then he heard the thunder. Pounding, off in the corridor, of what must have been a multitude of people.
Who were they? Where did they come from? What is this place? Thoughts swarmed Erik’s head, but he dismissed them with a quick shake of his curls before obeying Lux’s command. It doesn’t matter this is all a dream, remember?
But these people looked like they were ready for a fight, and they looked like they knew what they were doing, but they were all in some form of surgical-looking garbs. What the hell is going on here?
The footsteps thundered closer, but before Erik could see who they were, he spied a red light blink on the other side of the mirror on the opposite side of the room. Red… blinking? But there’s nothing in here that’s…
Then he had a quick memory of the police station, where they questioned countless of subjects in an interrogation room while Erik had watched. Through a one-way… mirror.
Numbers filled his head: Proximity: 3 ft, lock. Fire when ready.
He wasn’t sure how, but something was talking to him, and it was coming from the other side of that mirror. Lux took up most of the doorway; Erik was standing near the machines with a few of the others. This was all a dream, but what if someone… did get hurt? His instincts kicked in, and he ignored reason.
“Everyone, get down now!” he shouted, before shoving down the silent man and the red-head. The mirror wall shattered into thousands of pieces.¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:58 pm
 Anisa___Jay___Conner
"I may be small, but my looks will knock you out."
It was so cold...Her mind was blank. What in the world had happened? She couldn't seem to remember anything, not even her name. She tried to open her eyes, but she was so tired. "Jason." She muttered as she saw a pure white sky in front of her. She must have died. That's it, she was in heaven now. However, if that was the case then why was it so cold in heaven? Trying to open her eyes wider, she saw the outline a person in front of her. Where was she? Heaven isn't suppose to be like this. It's suppose to warm and inviting, not cold and mysterious. Her vision seemed to be blurry and her mind was so clouded. It was as if she was on drugs, but she never did drugs in her entire life. Her vision was slowly regaining, but someone was flashing her eyes with a flashlight. Ah, it made sense now. She was just in the hospital....But how did she get there? "Ugh..." She was in so much pain and her body felt like she was laying in water. Suddenly the image of a man came into her vision. He wore a white lab coat and had dark gray hair. Staring up at him, her eyes grew wider. "Jason!" She screamed as memory of their car accident came into her mind. "He's not dead! He can't be dead!" She shouted as the man began to push her back down. "Calm down. Calm down." He said and she listened, allowing herself to be pushed back down as her mind raced and sorted through troubling thoughts. Jason was already dead. He had died over a year ago, what was she doing? What was she thinking. Lifting her hand up, weakly, she felt it jerk back. Looking down she saw that she was chained up.
Looking back up at the man, he was writing something down on a clipboard. "Where...Where am I?" She asked quietly, her whisper echoed in the quiet white room. The man ignored her though before turning and checking over some machinery that she hadn't even noticed. "Am in the hospital again?" She asked a little louder in case the older man hadn't heard her. She hadn't been in a hospital since Jason died because she was always careful. She didn't even drive anymore since his death. "How did I get here?" She asked, but was continued to be ignored. Closing her eyes in frustration, she moved her head back and forth before looking up at the ceiling. As she stared up at it, she could see the room start to spin around. How many drugs did they give her? Everything seemed so unbalanced and weird. Looking back over at where the doctor was, she noticed he was gone. Where did he go? Come to think of it he didn't have one of those neck thingys that doctors carried around. Was she not in a hospital then?
Moving her hand up, she heard something snapped, but ignored it as she rubbed her head. What the hell was going on? Wasn't she suppose to be in school or something? She was studying for a test, wasn't she? Hearing the sound of metal clanking, she opened her eyes to see a metal chain hanging down from the cuff on her wrist. Blinking a few times, she moved her arm out and stared at the metal cuff on her wrist. How did she pull it off? It was suppose to keep her stayed put, right? Suddenly a large siren caught her attention, like an alarm was going off. Did she set that off? She didn't mean to brake the thing. Well, actually she didn't like being locked up to some uncomfortable bed, but it wasn't like she was trying to get off of it. She just had to rub her head. She had no idea what was going on, but before she could even try and figure it out a door opened from out of nowhere and men with guns stood around her pointing the weapons at her head. Instinctively, she raised both her hands above her head and closed her eyes before realizing she just pulled the other cuff out from the table. "Sorry!" She said as she said before seeing the man in the lab coat enter the room again.
"Put your weapons down. She's still in a calm state. Go find the others." He said. "Others?" She wondered, but dare not utter a single word now. He looked at her before picking up her hand and swiping his card across the cuff. It unlocked before falling carelessly to the ground before he did the same to the other. "Don't cause any more problems." He said annoyed before turning and leaving her be. "What the hell was that about?!" She thought as she moved her fingers through her long hair. She knew now for sure that she wasn't in a hospital, but in some freaky mad scientist's prisoner room. She must have been kidnapped while she wasn't looking! She was probably watched for weeks before he made his move. Maybe he was still watching her! Looking around the room, she tried her best to spot a camera, but the only thing she could see was white and large machines that were moving liquids in and out of her body. Looking at one of the lines that went the machine she noticed that the color looked almost metallic. Why would there be metal in body? Wait...Was the mad scientist putting metal into her body? Fumbling, she began to pull the cords out of her body before she watched all the liquids form a pool around the table she sat on.
Taking deep breaths, she looked around the room again before pulling off her heart monitor and I.V. She saw the machines begin to make noises, but she didn't hear any sirens going off. Maybe they didn't care about her. The guy did say something about 'others'. Were there more people that he kidnapped and used for his own freaky experiments? Swinging her legs over the side of the table, she stared at the ground as she wondered if it was even possible to stand on it without the man being alerted. Taking the risk, she slid down and stood up on both her feet before taking a step forward. Instantly she fell to the ground, but instead of hearing a normal thud, it was a loud bang as if three tons had just hit the ground. She knew she wasn't skinny, but that was just a ridiculous sound. Pushing herself up, she sat up on her knees before trying again. She stood up just fine before cautiously trying to walk forward. Baby steps, she reminded herself before she had reached the wall. Moving her hands over it, she began feeling her way around the room.
Walking around, she felt a crease in the wall and pushed her hands at it, suddenly a dent formed under her fingers. Backing up in surprise, she looked down at her hands. What did that mad scientist do to her? She could never even open a jar of pickles, but now she can make dents in the wall by just pushing at it? That all of a sudden an idea formed in her head. Looking back up at the door, she moved her hand up to it. Taking a deep breath she let it out as she pushed with all her might against it. With little effort the door blew off from the wall and out stumbled Ani. Staring in complete awe at the busted door that laid on the ground an alarm went off again. Looking around, she knew she had to run. Something inside her told her to do it. Run as fast as she could, but she couldn't even walk normally. Moving herself up against the wall, she leaned on it as she walked as fast as she could away from the room that held her in. Franticlly walking around, she did her best to look out for herself. There didn't seem to be anyone around though. Shouldn't there be at least a doctor or body guard looking around for the run-away? A wave of dizziness came over her and she almost dropped to her knees, but instead she just bent over and held herself. She felt sick. It must have been all those drugs that man put into her.
"Stop!" She heard the voice coming from down the hall before she heard the sound of gunfire. Pulling herself back together, she took off in a jog away from the voice. She had no idea where she was going and for all she knew she was going around a giant circle. "I need to get out of here!" She thought to herself, but another thought came quickly after. "Why?" What did she have outside of these walls? Who did she have outside waiting for her? Nothing and no one. Stopping short, she stood in her spot staring at the ground. "Why?" She whispered before she felt a piercing pain of a bullet making contact with her arm. Moving quickly, she went behind the corner and stood there, holding her right arm as blood trickled down it. It was only a flesh wound and how she knew that she couldn't figure out. She never had a damn flesh wound before so how could she tell without looking at it what it was? The sound of footsteps coming closer had her mind switching back to the trouble at hand. Turning around, she took off in sprint, running as fast as she could with her rubber legs. Maybe she could find the others before the guys with the guns did or maybe she was the only one on the run. Those 'others' could have already been captured by now. She could only hope not.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 12:46 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 ❞ ↘ ↙
The good mood she felt radiating to her knee-caps was doused by the guns being tossed around with ease. A knot clenched up in her stomach as Lux threw one in her direction as well. Elizabelle caught it awkwardly, not liking the feel of the cool metal tingling her skin despite the fact that it had been an extension of her arm moments prior. The girl was stead-fast on believing that nobody needed to be killed in order for them to escape, but maybe she was just being naive? Never once in her whole life she had come across the thought of whether or not she'd live to see another day. Ms.Mordant was a rich girl and grew up with rich people who sank loads of money into high-tech security precautions. Metal against her thin skin was threatening not only to the well-being of others but also to herself --and indeed her skin was thin.
Her throat felt hoarse.
Elizabelle let her fingers grasp the weapon as her feet moved in relation to Lux's as the blonde led the way down the eerily familiar hallway. What made it eerie was that they had all been there before, fighting for their freedom moments ago. Elizabelle might have felt better if they were venturing to a new place --discovering a way out. It was starting to look like a bad scooby-doo movie, where everybody is running from one door to the next until they eventually meet up again. None of these thoughts gave her a feeling of ease in her stomach --In fact, the butterflies were increasing exponentially, breeding and hatching so quickly that they were threatening to explode Elizabelle from the inside, out. She swallowed her fear and a butterfly or two back into the pit of her stomach, letting it brew and bubble there instead of contaminating her mind and body as well, for she knew what would happen if her mind went out of control.
Her body would then go into control.
Elizabelle followed obediently, being the quietest she had been for the whole adventure. There was no need to speak, only the need to mentally prepare. In her stupidity she had agreed blindly to go along with Lux's plans. The blonde was smart but Elizabelle didn't know if she was smart enough to have a fool-proof plan. What they were about to do --go running blindly into where ever the creeps were coming from-- was incredibly dangerous. So dangerous that Elizabelle was starting to have thoughts that she hadn't had in a very long time; thoughts about her brother.
She worried about Elliot, and whether or not he was safe. She knew too well not to be worried about his happiness since he had very little since the accident. Elizabelle had always wanted an older brother and with Elliot being born minutes before she was, he was the closest thing she had. Would he resent her if she came back? With her powers, there was sure to be some jealousy. Or, at least she figured he would. Elizabelle's world revolved around her brother but she didn't try and flatter him. He was an a**, at least to most people. Dealing with assholes was one of Elizabelle's fortes and she was sure that Elliot would be angry with her. He's going to hate me... The brutality of the whole thing sank in. I can't be a normal human and I can't be a normal sister. Peachy.
In her dream-like state, Elizabelle didn't notice the scream that Lux did and because of that she felt anger towards herself. Hold yourself together, it's no time to be spacing out. Elliot will have to wait. He would wait; He had all of eternity to wait and not go anywhere. The brunette followed Lux to an all-too-familiar room. A shiver went down her spine when she realized they had passed this room before. What if we had left without him? Pity pulled at her heart-strings for the boy who was almost forgotten.
At that exact moment in time, Elizabelle heard the sound of a female in the hallway, followed by a gunshot. Why would someone be shooting into the hallway? Everyone they want is in here. Unless-- She spun around towards the others, "I hear someone in the hallway, I'll be back. I think they're one of us." Of course, she couldn't be sure.
Elizabelle poked her head out of the door-frame, trying to be a tad bit more inconspicuous this time since her last endeavor put them in a tad bit of trouble. Down the hall, on the left side and hugging tightly to a pillar, she saw the image of a girl dawning the same scrubs they all had on. The heavy footsteps of the soldiers were ominous as they raced down the hall, following the girl. As the long-haired girl raced down the corridor in the direction of Elizabelle, this brunette ran towards the frightened girl, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back behind the pillar. Her voice sounded urgent even to her, "It's okay, I'm one of you. Follow me." Elizabelle pulled on the girl's arm and tried to make her way towards the room where the others were, but she saw a crowd of soldiers forming around the frame. "s**t..." Her pearly-whites sank into her lip as she looked in the direction of the other footsteps, they were getting louder.
They were trapped in the hallway and Elizabelle was dreading the thought that snuck up into the back of her mind; I might have to use this gun after all...
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 2:17 pm
Anisa___Jay___Conner
"I may be small, but my looks will knock you out."
She hadn't been running long, nor had she gotten very far when she felt a sudden pull on her wrist. Jerking, she ran into a girl that wore the same outfit as her, but she looked more afraid then she did. She then said she was like Ani. What did that mean? Was she an experiment too? If she was then that meant she was a friend's of Ani's. Anyone who wasn't trying to chase her was definitely a friend. Following the woman's lead, she noticed that they had come to a stop and they were now trapped in a corner. She couldn't believe it. Holding onto the woman's hand tightly, she stood slightly behind her as she listened to the sounds of footsteps getting closer.
Suddenly the vision of the men coming after them came into view, thinking quickly, she pulled the girl's hand and led her back to the pillar where she pushed the girl against it and then took the gun from out of her hand. She had never fired a gun in her life, but her body seemed to know exactly what to do. With a quick movement, her arm raised and her finger pulled the trigger. One. Two. Three. Three shots and three men went down. Moving behind the pillar gun shots came at them from the men she shot at while the men coming up from behind them quickened their pace. Looking at the girl, she took her hand. "We can run through them." She said with confidence even though a voice in the back of her head was screaming for her to just stay put and raise her hands up. She couldn't give up now, though.
With the girl's hand in her own, she moved out from the pillar and began shooting again while making sure the girl stayed behind her. Something told Ani that even if she was hit by a bullet that it wouldn't make her fall down. It was motivation enough as she ran with the girl through an opening she made with the gun. As she made it pass, she pushed the girl forward before turning and hitting a man square in the jaw. With shock she watched as the man flew back several yards before landing on the ground harshly. How in the world did she manage to do something like that?! This was just getting freaky, but before she could think too much on it men began to try and capture her. Using her fists, she began to pick them off one by one.
She felt victorious but that only lasted a moment before she felt a bullet hit her in the leg. Quickly, she moved behind the corner and took deep breaths before looking over at the girl. "Are you alright?" She asked with a half smile. "That was something, wasn't it?" She asked with a short laugh. She had to admit that nothing like that had ever happened to her before and being able to send a man flying sure had her giggling like a school girl in complete and utter shock. She was being shot at, yet it didn't even seem to faze her. Looking down at her leg, she saw the bullet hole and the blood but at closer examination, she didn't see any hole in her leg just a bright red mark. Looking up at her arm where she was hurt all she saw was another red mark, but no cut. "Holy s**t." She said before smiling up at the girl. "Isn't that just something?" She asked before laughing again. Hearing the footsteps get closer, she looked around. "You said you were like me, right? I heard there were others being looked for. Do you know where they might be? We should probably get together as a group." She said because she really didn't feel like being on her own.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 3:57 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 ❞ ↘ ↙
Had Elizabelle really just gone to save this girl just for her to be dragged around like this? The brunette was being pulled, dragged and shoved from place to place by this small spit-fire of a girl who had been more grabby than any other person she had met before. Elizabelle wasn't entirely comfortable with the scenario --especially when the gun had been taken out of her hands. The fingertips rang with the absence of the weapon's presence in her hand. The metallic object wasn't a comforting thing to have but the brunette felt far more comfortable with it in her own hands so she knew that nobody would be killed on her watch. Everything was happening so quickly that she couldn't stop the girl ripping the gun from her hands. Elizabelle tried to open her mouth for the girl to stop, but she felt a soldier grip her healthy arm and push her against the pillar that she had already been so close to. With fear, Elizabelle stared into the man's eyes and as the shots fired one after another from her kidnapped gun. Almost as soon as she had felt the man put his hand against her, she felt a warm substance splash her thin scrubs. Her stomach lurched as she felt his liquid of life seep through her shirt and warm her ivory flesh and watched as the light in his ice-blue orbs cloud over with death.
Frozen in bewilderment, Elizabelle looked at the man as he crumpled to the white floors now stained with red. The contrast in color was all too real for her. All the red corn syrup in the world from her action movies could not prepare her for this; for this horror. The man whose world flashed before his eyes right in front of her own eyes was laying in a pool of his blood mixed violently with the blood of people whom he called colleagues. The butterflies that resided in her stomach before rotted in her stomach, making her hold down the bile that threatened to pass from her lips, leaving an awful taste in her mouth.
Apparently there was no time for this, though.
The fire-cracker pulled on her arm again as Elizabelle gazed at the casualties. Only the three from before were dead but it seemed like the girl was now using the physical combat that this brunette liked best. Yes, it was violent, but it meant that nobody would die; it meant that people could still go back to their families after the day was done. Am I being too much of a sap? She very well could have been. Saving lives when their own lives were at danger was sappy indeed, but something felt right about it. At least, to Elizabelle it did.
Lizzy was thrown against a new object and as her head hit the white walls, she groaned inwardly, Oh goody. Looking at the girl with the gun, she noticed the poor shape she was in with the blood seeping from her knee and arm. Elizabelle shook the thoughts she had set in her head about this girl as she looked at her wounds very quickly, trying to ignore the blood on her own shirt. Her voice was a bit tart when she replied, "Yes, I'm like you and yes, there are others like us in that room over there." Elizabelle motioned towards the door that had soldiers around it. "C'mon... we better find them. Maybe they can help you."
Pulling away from the bloodied up girl, Elizabelle made her way towards the others, knocking a soldier in the back of the head and rendering him unconscious. Sure, it was a bit more work, but she liked this alternative better than using that weapon.
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 4:18 pm
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 guy, the new one, he introduced himself as Erik Black-- and he had a lot of questions, none of which could Lux answer. There were a lot of bullets firing, and as soon as there was a break, the crosshairs moved quickly over the fallen soldiers, before moving back over the others. No one seemed injured, thank God. Lux worked hard not to question her own plan-- they'd all agreed that it was their best course of action, and they had to be getting close to some way out, by now.
In the moment of silence after they had stopped shooting, there was the sound of, just guess, more bullets. Stupid, though it could've been, Lux peered out the doorway to see a strange girl in the same white clothes firing a gun at some soldiers. Elizabelle was standing beside the girl, looking uncomfortable. It would be helpful if she could get their attention, and just have them run, probably safer if they didn't wait up. They couldn't afford to stay in one place for long, and Lux hated the idea of being stuck here while wave after wave of soldiers came after them.
"Everyone, get down now!" It was the voice of the new guy, Erik. Lux hit the floor, almost instinctively, as the sound of breaking glass was almost explosive. There'd been no cover to take, from where she was in the doorway, so it was only by sheer luck that she suffered nothing serious. When it was safe to, Lux got to her feet and dusted any pieces off glass off of her. The glass crunched under her feet as she moved back to her place in the doorway. Lookout.
She turned hastily back to the others, her mind made up. She'd always been a leader-- she'd had no choice, at home, she was the oldest, and when all of the authoritative figures in their family were dying around them, or running off-- they had to have someone permanent in command. Lux had been as permanent as it could get, until she moved out in search of higher
education. She hadn't been in charge of anything in a hard time, but she found herself slipping into the position when no one else stepped up, when no one else seemed to want to step up.
Though it wasn't the greatest news, no one looked dead-- no one was still on the ground, gone all cold 'n limp, or anything. They were out of options. "We're going to have to run." She told them, and turned briefly back to look down the hallway, now that the bullets had completely finished flying. The big, metal doors of an elevator.
How dangerous was an elevator? How hard would it be for them to stop it, and then bomb the shaft? The answer was, it wouldn't be. Not at all. It would be a horrible way to die, granted, but Lux didn't see any stairs, and she wouldn't want to waste the time looking. "There's an elevator at the end of the hall, if we make it, maybe we can get out of here." Lux tried not to sound too optimistic, she wasn't looking to fool anyone.
Lux didn't wait for anyone's confirmation of the plan. If they were going to go, they were going to have to go, now. Lux cast a final glance backwards at the other with a decisive sort of nod, before she projected herself off of the frame of the door and ran for the elevator at the end of the hallway. Its open doors seemed to be a happy welcome. This was definitely where the soldiers had come from.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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: Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:07 pm
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Looking back to the other male in the group, Jayden couldn't help his confussion. What was "Tony's" - as he had only second ago anounced his name to be - problem? Jayden hadn't even said one word to the guy and he was getting called by a familiar title. Not that it was the word so much, as the fact it was totally uncalled for. Sure, Jayden didn't know the guy well enough to give a rats a** about him, but he hadn't made it his misson to hate the guy or anything.
That was, up until this point. Who the hell did this guy think he was, to talk to Jayden in such a manner. It was disgusting. And what was more, the guy was lashing out for god only knew the reason. Well, the dude could ******** get his a** handed to him, for all he cared - he deserved it.
Jayden didn't want to have to deal with this right now. He had himself and the girls to worry about -- and the way they would get out of this god forsaken facility.
Like clockwork, another round of gunslinging, trigger jockies rounded the corner. The place must have had an extensive payroll, because they just seemed to keep coming. What the hell kind of operation needed this much of a military anyway!?
Out of the corner of his eye, Lux opened a door. Maybe a way out? The startled male on the other side, wearing familiar scrubs suggested it was another one of those rooms, like the one Jayden and the others had awoken in.
The current woman wasn't sure whether to be happy or uneasy of the addition to their group. On one hand, they had more hands on deck - which was good because there was often safety in numbers, but on the other side of things, this could have just added to the number of casualties, or fatalities on their end of the battle.
As the next round of soldiers came in close, Tony fired off a few rounds, taking down the front line of the other side. A few bodies fell to the floor - it was a little hard, in all of the action, to tell if these were still living, or now dead ones - but Jayden agreed with Tony's course, if only for just this once.
Then all of a sudden, Jayden felt the floor beneath his feat shift, as he was tackled to the floor - but not by the enemy, by this new boy in their group. Tony went down with them as well.
The action aroused confussion, and pain as the opposing side of his shoulder wound smacked into the tile. Jayden yelped before natural instinct told him to push at what ever had caused his pain. The male who had pulled him off balance was shoved to the side, agressivly as Jayden pulled himself out, and back into a standing possition.
Glass was everywhere, having practically exploded in the hallway moments before. He would have been angry at this new boy - who's name he'd over heard as "Erik" - but clearly, he was owed thanks. The guy had saved Jayden and Tony's life, or current well being, so perhaps he hadn't earned being pushed away so harshly a second ago - it was pain that had cause him to do it though, so Jayden wasn't at fault; not really.
He quickly brushed off what he could of the glass from his clothes and hair, noticing a small amount of nicks over his skin. Stepping cautiously over, he extended his good hand to help Erik stand.
Pulling the male to his feet, he noticed Elizabelle coming back toward them, another girl with her - which meant another addition to their group. The uneasy feeling Jayden had had before returned, but was quickly drowned out by Lux's decision.
Jayden agreed. And while doing so, he gave the smaller gun he had on him to Erik. They all needed to be armed. There was no other way around it. It would have been to hard to have a weak-link in their chain -- even if two of those links were a little rusted at the moment.
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:34 pm
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
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◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢ Lux walked to another door, and found another survivor. Obviously, they couldn't leave them behind, but the more there were of them, the less of a unit they could be. Sure, Tony didn't want anyone left behind, but this was starting to get difficult. They all ducked into the room, and it wasn't a second after that the noise was nearly unbearable. Probably, Tony would function better in the quiet-- but it wasn't as if he could ask everyone to, just for a minute, shut the ******** up.
After all, he may have pissed off Jayson, but he couldn't afford to do the same for everyone else. Who the hell did he think he was? Momentarily rose from the jumble, and it was Jayden's voice. Tony would have to get used to this, he didn't liked being talked about right in front of. For one thing, it was rude, for another-- it was grating on his nerves. Well, the dude could ******** get his a** handed to him... he deserved it.
He's going to hate me. Tony looked over at Elizabelle only to see her moving for the door, saying she was going to find someone. He seemed like he was a step behind on everything, and if it kept up, it was going to be a problem. Tony turned his eyes on the new guy, who was in the middle of introducing himself as Erik. He looked like someone who would be a pain in the a**, but Tony figured that was only residual frustration working itself off. Maybe he'd need to better watch what he said.
Where did they come from? What is this place? It was a lot at once, and Tony hastily tore his eyes away, staring down at the floor, as if maybe that could reduce the rising noise back to the low jumble it had previously been. It didn't help. But there's nothing in here that's... Tony had the great fortune of having a moment's preparation before Jay, when Erik shoved them down. The explosion was louder than Tony would've expected.
...in their family were dying around them, or running off-- they had to have someone permanent... Tony picked himself off of the ground, and dusted the glass off of him. The pain in his head was worse than all of the glass in the world. Well, probably not, but whatever. It would be a horrible way to die, granted...
Lux and Jay made for the door, running toward the elevator at the end of the hall. They didn't have any time to waste, so it seemed like all they could do was run and hope for the best. Needless to say, Tony followed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:24 pm
Anisa___Jay___Conner
"I may be small, but my looks will knock you out."
Maybe she did something to offend her new friend, but what ever she said she hoped to be easily forgiven since the two of them had to stick together. Looking over towards the door, she saw the another person before seeing the girl walk towards them. "Wait a second, what about the-" Her sentence was cut off by the sound of an explosion going off. Feeling the force of it, she flew back to into a wall before sliding down to the ground. Her ears were ringing and as she opened her eyes she could only see a blur of white around her. Coughing, Ani pushed herself up into a sitting position before her eyes began adjusting. A cloud of smoke was the only thing she could make out. "H-Hey!" She shouted instinctively. Where was the girl at? "Hey! Girl! Where are you?" She called out as the smoke began to clear. Through the corner of her eye she could see shadows moving away.
Looking over she could see a small group of people who were wearing the same thing as her running towards the opposite direction. "Hey! Wait!" She called out as she stood up. She was about to run to catch up to them but the thought of the girl came back in her head. "Girl, say something! I can't see you!" She called out again. "Hurry up! Your group is leaving." Ani was starting to panic, if she didn't get out there soon then she would be captured again and have tubes stuck in her arms again. Looking around she tried her best to see the girl that had been kind enough to look out for her. She had to do the same. No one just ran away from a person in need. Well, at least Ani never did. "Come on, we have to go. You don't want to stay here with some crazed scientist, do you?" She asked as the smoke cleared out even more.
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