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 Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:36 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 foreign blood that stained her body made the scrubs stick to her skin. With her good hand, she ripped at the clothing, removing it from clinging to her skin. Her shaking hands rubbed against her scrub pants, leaving red streaks against the fabric. The soldier's blood was staining the ivory skin on her hands, despite the fact that she tried wringing the substance off of her hands. It was futile. Elizabelle wanting to scrub the blood out of her pores because she felt dirty and evil with it lingering on her flesh, but most of all she felt broken.
It was as if her synapses weren't firing correctly. Elizabelle more than anything had the terrible urge to be home, with her family even though they had never been much of a family before now. The rich girl didn't realize how good she had it until her lifestyle had been ripped from her grasp. Yes, her lifestyle was glamorously lack-luster, but it was better than this one. Anything was better than this one.
Her blood-stained hands grabbed at the newly found girl amongst all the chaos that seemed to seep from the very walls here as she pulled her back to the normal group. Her mouth opened to let out unemotional words, "I'm here. Nobody is leaving without us. Don't worry." Elizabelle didn't even know what the girl's name was, but that wasn't entirely necessary at the time being. She needed to get the two of them back to the group. Running so quickly that she was almost out of breath, the brunette met up with the group, the new girl in tow.
The familiar faces of the group reassured the brunette a bit, but it was nothing major --she was still rattled. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes were wide, face pale, sweat beading around her neck and not to mention being covered in someone else's blood. She looked like something from out of a horror movie. Not to mention the fact that she had these weird blue vein things that were forming under her flesh from her spinal chord. Normally, the appearance would scare her but the brunette noticed Lux's strange eye and Jayden's scales, so maybe this was normal?
Remaining silent, she tagged along with the group, distancing herself from any and all conversation. She didn't want this lifestyle and in order for this lifestyle to not exist then she'd have to rid herself of this type of company. As soon as I get out of this place, everything will go back to normal. Her naive, stupid attitude kept her going even if it starved her from the little logic she possessed in the first place.
As soon as I get out of this place, I'll be Elizabelle again.
Somewhere in her mind that might as well be in Alaska, she knew that she kept wiping her healthy hand on her pants, flaking off bits of the dried blood slowly but surely. However, this was her subconscious at work. Right now, Elizabelle was hell-bent on following like a good, little, broken puppy dog, awaiting orders from Lux who might as well have strapped a leash on the brunette herself. Usually, Elizabelle didn't do well with authoritative figures that reminded her of her parents but there were two very different types of authority in place here. Lux who was actually smart was giving her the option of following the orders whereas her parents who were really quite dumb were ordering Elizabelle to bow to their ever whim. Weighing the options, Lizzy figured that Lux was the better authority of the two.
The brunette ran after the blonde when she gave the orders to run, she stopped when the blonde told her to stop and Lux might as well have told Elizabelle to roll over and play dead. She was acting like a soulless automaton which surprisingly the brunette didn't have an issue with. It wasn't any different from how she had been raised prior to being held captive here.
One thing that did pull Elizabelle from her trance-like state was when there was mention of an elevator. Her tired, blue-gray orbs scanned the area and determined that there was in fact an elevator amongst all of the chaos. It seemed like a sign. A good sign? Maybe not. Somewhere in the jungle that was her brain, the brunette deduced that an elevator could be either be a death sentence or a blessing. If we went up then maybe we could get out? But who's to say that we're underground? Maybe we are high up in a building and that would only make escape even harder? Or say that we went down? Well then maybe we'll be dwelling deeper into this hell-hole, or maybe we'd be finding a way out? There were too many variables, and Elizabelle didn't like it.
Still, she ventured into the confines of the metal elevator, staring at the copious amount of glowing buttons. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:53 pm
Name: Chīsuzme, Mōtoko Kyō
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Subject Ability: Psychometry 
“Ow! What,” she exclaimed, her eyelids shooting open to a white ceiling and two barred lights glaring down at her. “Ah…”
She felt something warm enter her bloodstream before the needle was removed. It was long, thick, and stung immensely. Mōtoko hissed through her hair before turning back, only to find her thin wrists and ankles restrained. A nurse stood by her side, setting down the syringe and grabbing another one.
“Excuse me,” Mōtoko asked shakily; although confused, she still had her manners intact. Why was she in this place? The last thing she remembered was passing out on her futon after work, and now she was dressed in some sort of gown and in some sort of… hospital room. Mōtoko turned to the nurse. “Excuse me, could you tell me what’s going on here?”
The nurse jumped a little, as if she hadn’t expected Mōtoko to speak. “Oh, umm…” She hesitated, as if not sure what to say. They said you weren’t supposed to wake up,” she trailed off.
The innocuous statement left Mōtoko’s blood cold, and a faint beeping next to her raised its frequency. “What?”
The nurse looked concerned. “No, no, just relax; it’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. Just relax.” She brought a needle to the crook of Mōtoko’s elbow before injecting her with another clear fluid.
“Stop, please,” Mōtoko pleaded. She moved to sit up but was stopped by the restraints that held her arms and legs down securely. "What is this? What’s going on? Please, let me out of here! Let me go!” She started screaming, thrashing against the cuffs.
“Please calm down,” the nurse asked in an annoyingly calm voice. She pressed a button on one of the machines next to them, and a tube inserted into the back of Mōtoko’s hand filled with clear solution. Whatever it was, it calmed Mōtoko down to a state of tranquility, but not quite sleep. “The doctor will be in a moment.”
Doctor? the drugged girl thought peacefully and sure enough, a door opened and a man walked up to them. He had long black hair that trailed off into a ponytail, with bangs that framed his face and small, rounded glasses.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he chuckled before motioning the nurse away. His motions were fluid and haughty, as if he had some sort of status among the staff. “That was early. Something seems to be causing them to all wake now… but I’m not sure what,” he mumbled to himself, recording something onto a clipboard.
“Excuse me? ‘Them’? Sir, what’s going on?” Mōtoko quickly asked, just barely remembering to call the older man “sir”. He looked to be at least in his thirties to her, and that was older than her.
The nurse spoke up hurriedly and interrupted her inquiry. ”Doctor, I’m sorry – I was told the subject wouldn’t wake during the injection process but… I’ll call Dr. Streicher right away.” She walked to a small, corded telephone hooked to the wall; Mōtoko would have missed it if not for the nurse – the phone blended in with the achromatic walls of the chamber.
“No,” the tall man stated firmly. He paused, staring straight at Mōtoko as he gave his next order. “This one is stable. Go help the other nurse downstairs with the security shut-down process; they are having trouble with the other subjects. Unless they reach the elevators, they won’t make it far – we’re on the fifteenth floor, after all. Go shut them down.” Before she walked out, he turned to her once more. “Be cautious. I’ve heard they’re armed… and dangerous.” She nodded and tapped out of the room, closing the door behind her with a discomforting thud. The door mechanically locked behind her with a loud click, and Mōtoko figured she’d need more than a key to get out.
Mōtoko was confused. Last night was like any other, with her coming home from a late night at the café she worked at – she’d had a gig there that night as well. Coming home, all she had wanted to do was sleep, so she skipped dinner and made her usual call to Kumiko before stripping down into some comfortable sleepwear, and passed out on her futon. Now she awoke to this strange room that wasn’t much unlike her own, excluding the machines, the gurney, and the lack of a window. Waking in an odd room was bad enough, but awaking chained to a gurney, getting injected with Lord-knew-what… She was frightened for sure, but whatever the nurse had injected her with prevented her from really panicking. That didn’t stop her mind from racing.
“Doctor?” she spoke up meekly, voice quieted by her fear and her current sedation. “Am I in a hospital? What’s going on? How did you get into my apartment? What ‘subjects’? Why did that nurse call me a subject? What—”
“So many questions,” he chuckled, coming up next to her and reading information from an adjoining machine. “All will be answered in time. First, some introductions are in order, I think.” Mōtoko flushed reflexively; she was so used to being proper and polite, but she had assumed that given the current situation, they could skip the niceties. The man turned to face her with a smile on his face. “I’m Dr. Blaine Archer.” He reached up with something in his hand, and somehow the cuffs fell away, clattering to the floor. Mōtoko sat up, her hip bruised and the tube in the back of her hand tugging painfully at a drip stand.
“I’m Chīsuzume Mōtoko.” She felt obligated to share her name, although she assumed that the doctor must have already known that. A blush was creeping up into her face again. Why do I always have to be so embarrassed all the time?
Dr. Archer stopped in his tracks. “What? You’ve given yourself a name? Fascinating…” He continued recording things and began poking and prodding different parts of her through her surgical gown.
“Given?” Mōtoko was puzzled again. “What do you mean?” This man seemed nice and professional, but he radiated a cold aura that creeped Mōtoko out. There was no telling what this man could be thinking. She swung her legs over the table onto the floor in a seated position.
The doctor faced her with a serious expression. “Tell me,” Dr. Archer spoke in a professional voice. “Tell me everything that you remember from before.”
Something in the tone of his voice made her feel like he wasn’t just talking about the start of her day. She took a deep breath before starting. “I was born in 1989 to the Chīsuzume household. Eight years later, my little sister Kumiko was born, and eight years after that my mother got sick and…” A strong thought hit her. “Kumiko! Where is she? What have you done with her? She’s just a little girl!!” Mōtoko began pounding her fists against the doctor, finding her will to panic at last.
He grabbed her arms and held her wrists tightly. “Whoa, stop! Stupid nurse, only using a light sedative…” He leaned over to grab another needle. As angry and scared as she was, Mōtoko knew that she couldn’t let Dr. Archer put her under. “No, no, please; I’ll be calm!” She grabbed the syringe from his hand and reeled. Her whole world fell away, and all of a sudden, Dr. Archer was gone, the machines were gone, she was gone. A blurry picture started to form in her mind.
Medical tools, a tray, a nurse behind me. She walks into a room, and there is another nurse, machines, and there in the middle of the room – unconscious, restrained… I see myself.
Mōtoko pulled out of the vision and leaned over to throw up at Dr. Archer’s feet. “Travel sickness,” he noted, leaning over to grab Mōtoko’s long, dark hair and brought her back up when she finished. “Have to be careful about going so fast. Your power is still unstable.”
“Power?” Mōtoko wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I don’t understand. What was that?”
Dr. Archer sighed, adjusting his glasses on his finely straightened nose. “A sort of mental time travel, if you will. Look, it’s time you faced the truth – you’re strong enough now to understand.” He pulled over a chair, sitting down before continuing. “Your life, whatever you remember of it, it never occurred. Never happened. You’ve been in a drug-induced coma for awhile now, and during that your brain must have chosen to exercise itself through creating an alternative world.”
Mōtoko wanted to throw up again, but there was nothing left. No life? He was kidding, right? She didn’t really care what they wanted with her, but her sister… “Kumiko? What have you done with Kumiko?” she demanded savagely, fire burning in her eyes. She fisted the front of the man’s lab coat.
“I’ve tried to tell you,” Dr. Archer said levelly, looking her straight in the eye. “She doesn’t exist. She never existed. She was just a figment of your unconscious brain’s creative imaginings.”
Mōtoko’s heart felt as if someone had dropped an anvil on it. No Kumiko? The reason she still lived was for her; she had lost everything else already. But if all of it was a lie, how sick and twisted was her mind that it would come up with such a cruel fantasy? The thought was incomprehensible, but at the same time, it made so much sense that it scared her.
But she refused to believe that Kumiko didn’t exist. She was too real, her memories of her were too solid. Only one other thought came to mind.
“So,” she asked slowly. “If I never really did any of that, then does that mean I can’t play the guitar, or write music?”
Dr. Archer must have found that amusing, because he grinned. “Well, you haven’t actually done it, but I’m sure you could now if you tried.” Satisfied with his answer, she nodded and fell silent. Of course she wanted to know what was going on, but she thought it wise to stay silent and compliant. She’d have a better chance of surviving that way.
In the city I'm not used to that's full of dirt,
I can't laugh the same way... I walked looking down.
People passing each other busily -
have their dreams already been fulfilled?
I'm still in the midst of struggle...
Rather than returning to my childhood,
I want to try living better in the present.
I was born a coward...
"If I go to a sunny spot and stretch my arms out,
I wonder if I can go beyond the sky",
is what I thought.
I can't see the wings I need to fly away yet...
It's because it's not simple that I can go on living.
I just picked up a wet puppy
and was a little overwhelmed with laughter,
my tears were flowing out.
"I want to be loved, I just want to be loved"
is what I said. It's no good asking for it, is it?
When I was a child, there were days when I hurt my mom badly -
Right now I want to change everything.  ((OOC: Sorry for the length guys, I got a little carried away razz ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:20 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… The blast had been louder than Erik expected. Lux had gone around, swinging that gun around at basically anything that breathed, and Erik was glad for that. The red-head he’d pushed to the floor shoved him, hard – probably didn’t hear him when he’d said, “Duck.” But Erik didn’t mind much – everything else was hurting anyway. She reached out a hand to help him up, at which he muttered thanks, shoving his blonde curls away from his face.
Looking around, Erik assessed the damage. The guy was getting back up, still silent and looking pained. But Erik noticed that the other, dark-haired girl had gone missing. “Hey, where’s—” But the words were hardly out of his mouth before she came back in, tugging another girl in tow. Where the hell are all these girls coming from? Erik wondered, a little nervous. But before he could voice his opinions, Lux spoke up. “We’re going to have to get out of here.” She said something about an elevator, and motioned to the others.
“Elevator?” The thought gave Erik some hope, although this dream was starting to freak him out. The red-head tossed him a gun, an apparent thanks for saving her life. “Thanks,” Erik said, although he felt awkward hold the metal pistol. He hated guns, but he doubted any of the others would appreciate him making that known. Besides, those guys were aiming to kill.
Erik had some tae-kwon-do training that Max had taught him, but he was no beating machine. He was a lover, not a fighter; however, desperate times called for desperate measures. He looked back at the shattered mirror and the room behind it; a man in security clothes and a helmet was hanging out, arms limp. Erik didn’t want to slow the others down – he doubted they’d wait for him anyway, they didn’t seem too receptive to finding him – but he was tired of running around bare-chested. Quickly tearing the shirt off of the man, he threw it on and dashed after the others, just trailing after the dark-haired girl and her new tag-along.
Before long, an elevator came into view, and they all rushed to cram inside it before the metal doors closed. No one seemed much for small talk, but he felt weird travelling with people he didn’t know, even imaginary people. “So, what’re your names?” he asked, looking over at the red-head who was stuck between Lux and the silent guy. She reminded him of someone, another red-head he knew, with that same look of strength in her eyes. Max?
In the middle of the new girl sharing her name, he interjected, causing most of them to jump. He had to stop himself from screaming as he pushed past the dark-haired girl to grab the red-haired girl’s shoulder. “Max? Max, is that you?”¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 11:36 am
Name: Chīsuzme, Mōtoko Kyō
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Subject Ability: Psychometry♫ ♪
You haven’t really explained the situation to me either. “What ‘others’?” Mōtoko asked. “Are there more… people like me here?”
The doctor walked to a table and turned around. “What? Oh, yes, but they won’t bother us. They’re scrambling on the lower floors, but they’ll be contained before long, after they shut down the elevators. They’re not ready,” he said with an undertone of something that Mōtoko couldn’t recognize. The way he spoke of them – and her – like they weren’t people, as if she wasn’t a person, made her ill.
“But that’s a matter you shouldn’t concern yourself with. Right now, I want you to come here.” She stood shakily and walked to where he stood, taking the stand of illegibly labeled liquid dripping into her IV with her. On the table lay three objects: a hairbrush, a laminated card of some sort, and a strange –looking handgun; she instantly became apprehensive.
“Now,” Dr. Archer began, as if he were a professor beginning a lesson. “You’ve already experienced our power firsthand, if a little strongly. You should be able to psychometrically identify the histories of these objects – in other words, you can read their pasts.”
Read their pasts? That made sense with the syringe, but she hadn’t known what she was doing before. “But I don’t know how to do it on purpose,” she argued, starting to feel uncomfortable with this doctor staring at her so expectantly. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he spoke. “It’d be impossible for you not to. All you have to do is touch it with your hands. The main issue you’ll be having with control is when and how to turn it on and off. If the object comes directly in contact with your skin, you should be able to see into its past, although the timeframe is questionable. There’s really no telling how far back you could see…” His eyes looked greedy and proud, as if she were some sort of pet performing tricks in a show. However, she picked up the gun first, wanting to get the vision over with. Sure enough, as soon as she clutched the cold metal machine in her palm, she flew into another flashback:
Running down a hall. Chasing after something, someone. A man to my right, my left, behind me, all dressed in heavy security gear. Most everything is a blur, but a dark-haired girl runs up in the corner of my vision, and I spy a fuzzy blonde behind her. The dark-haired girl spins too fast into a kick that sends me flying.
Gasping, Mōtoko brings herself out of it. Who were those girls? Were they the dangerous other subjects that Dr. Archer spoke about? “Well?” he asked, clearly pleased that she’d managed to keep control of her stomach this time.
“Um, a pursuit. Its owner was knocked unconscious. That’s all I saw.” She decided it was best to not give all her information away.
He looked pleased and scribbled something else down. “Good, good. Eyes have a tendency to roll back, but that’s just a muscle reaction that should fade as you get more practiced.” They continued with the other objects, Dr. Archer writing down notes and Mōtoko stayed relatively quiet, not wanting to upset him. All of a sudden, the phone rang.
Dr. Archer answered it. “What? No. I’m with a subject. Have you gotten the elevators shut down yet? What? I see. Can it wait? Fine.” Hanging up, he turned to her. “I must leave. That’s enough for today. Since you’re stabilized, I’ll see if I can’t get a nurse to bring a bed down here for you.”
“You mean, I don’t need to be chained up to that thing anymore?” Mōtoko couldn’t help but let the question slip.
“No, you’ve behaved well enough. For today. There’s no way you could get out of here anyhow – it would take three different unlocking mechanisms. Get some rest.” With that, the dark-haired man left, his ponytail sweeping and the door locking behind him.
Mōtoko sat alone. Sleep? Where? How? Her dark brown eyes gazed around the room, but there wasn’t much to occupy herself with. The hairbrush, card, and gun still lay on the table, but she didn’t dare touch them for fear of more cognitations. The machines around her beeped, displaying different sets of numbers, and the gurney in the middle of the room looked ominously like a drip pan used to catch the blood of torture victims. She shuddered, not wanting to ever know the histories of the objects.
The trembling girl kept her hands curled in her lap. What had Dr. Archer called it? Psychometry. Mōtoko wondered absently if the dark-haired girl or the blonde had it too. “Miko,” she whispered, feeling the hole left behind in her heart calling out desperately for her lost sister. She has to be real… or at least some sort of family. She couldn’t be alone here, too…
Mōtoko’s eyes fell on the phone across the room. She could use it… but who would she call? She doubted 911 worked in a place like this – any outside number would probably need some sort of code, anyway. Cautiously she stepped over. If she touched it, she’d see its past… maybe far enough to find someone dialing a number. Reaching out, Mōtoko grabbed the receiver and rolled into another vision:
A nurse with red nails grabs the receiver and punches in a set of numbers: 91415. It rings and someone picks up. “Room 1415? This is Nurse Simmons. How’s everything on your end?”
“Patient is stable and unconscious. You?”
“Fine. Tell Dr. Archer that I wanna trade shifts – I’m getting tired of staring at this girl. She’s a bloody mess; it freaks me out.”
“Sure, but don’t expect me to trade with you.”
Nurse Simmons chuckles before hanging up.
Mōtoko forcibly pulled herself out, though not soon enough to avoid the ‘bloody mess’ comment. Deciding not to think about it, she held her grip on the phone resolutely, moving the receiver to her ear and punching in the numbers 9-1-4-1-5. Maybe someone’s in there… maybe another ‘subject.’ Perhaps I’ll get ahold of those girls, if they haven’t been captured again. Someone please pick up, she thought to herself, praying that whoever picked up wasn’t a doctor, and that if a patient were in the room, that they were free.
The phone started ringing.
❝ I’m an inverted Cancer – a crab with a soft outer shell and a hardened heart. ❞
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:22 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  They'd all made it to the elevator, and there wasn't a drop of blood lost between them. It was a relief. She thumped the 1F button with unnecessary force, and stood apprehensive until the doors started to close. She breathed air that felt somehow sweeter, she hadn't been aware that she was holding it until relief forced it out of her. It was as if claustrophobia had had its ill effects on Erik. He asked, naturally, what everyone's name was. Ordinarily, Lux would've asked, annoyed, if it could wait-- she was too busy wondering what their next course of action would be to think over names.
They just needed to survive, because if they were shot down because they weren't paying attention, and were too busy making friends-- well, then their names wouldn't matter because Lux was almost positive that they would be buried in a shallow grave in dirt unfamiliar to a grave yard, unless occupied with other failed experiments and restless, tortured souls. Lux rubbed a hand over her arm to find that it was dimpled with goose flesh. The possibility was all too real, and it gave her chills. Best not to think about it at all, she promised herself silently that they would all make it out alive, no government agency, or amount of men with guns in the world could keep that from happening.
Everything went to s**t in that one moment, when Erik decided to let a little of the crazy in him out. He turned to Jay, and called him by a different name. Max. No one had clued him in that Jay was a man, it was all in the interest of saving time, probably none had even thought of it. After all, Jay hadn't actually told anyone that she was actually a he, unless Tony was to be counted.
No one seemed to be speaking up, and though Lux figured it coming out of Jay's mouth would be better, it didn't seem like he was saying anything. Not at that moment. Lux
cleared her throat awkwardly and spoke over Erik's hysterics. "Erik, I don't think he's who you think he is." There was definite emphasis on the "he's". She hated to see him disappointed, at least while they were so close to freedom, but it was inevitable. Eventually, and soon, hopefully, Jay was going to be himself again, and all of the confusion would have to be cleared up.
The phone rang, and it seemed like all eyes were on it. Lux hadn't seen it at first, though it was obvious enough. Probably, it was meant for emergencies, but Lux had hardly seen such a thing before. Maybe in case of a fire, or something? She could think of a thousand scenarios in which a phone in an elevator might be useful, but this was definitely not one of them.
Everything in Lux told her that they ought to leave it, let it ring. They'd be giving away their position, if it was not already known, and it all stank of a trap. Still, though, the call could not go unanswered. No one else was leaping for it, so Lux reluctantly put the receiver to her ear. Curiosity nagged at her, who could possibly be the voice on the other end? She almost didn't want to know, but already she was speaking into the waiting ear, and it was too late to rethink. "Hello?"
Lux had never been so apprehensive in her life. Everything had happened so fast, it seemed as if she'd only woken a moment ago. She wondered, angrily, why the elevator was taking so long when the lights were still on, and it was obvious that the power had not been cut. The longer they spent inside, the longer it seemed like they were going to stay inside. It was not an appealing thought. More than anything, Lux just wanted to go home. She just wanted to go, and lie in her own bed in her own pajamas and eat chocolate chip cookie dough until she felt sick, and fat, and then sleep all of the terror and horror and disgust of the day off.
Then, maybe, she'd wake up in the morning and pick out drapes for the nursery, something she'd been meaning to do for a while now, but more and more time was ticking away and the decision became only that much more urgent. Lux softly bit her lip, a nervous habit, and, for good measure, pushed the 1F button again-- of course it wouldn't change anything, but it was faintly reassuring when the button stayed alight, and the elevator continued its ascent.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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: Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:52 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… "'He'?" Erik turned to Lux, who'd just spoken, still gripping the other girl's arm. "What the hell are you talking about?" He stopped himself. Of course, this was a dream... Max wouldn't really be here. Great, first I dream of crazy science experiments, and now a nameless transvestite. For the sake of the others – who looked like they were still in attack mode – Erik decided to go along with it.
"Okay, fine, you win. He. Maybe I would've known that if I'd known your names," he emphasized, reluctantly letting go of the red-head's shoulder. She looked so much like Max, it was painful to look at her, but it gave him strength to speak up. "Look, I've had fun, okay? But I am really freaked out enough; whack-job hospitals, security guys going Rambo, red-head he-shes..." Everyone staring at him made him nervous, but he had to continue. Anyway, the more he spoke, the more comfortable he felt. "I understand I'm working too hard, or stressing over Dad too much, but I'd like to wake up now. I'd actually prefer my other nightmares to this."
He chuckled painfully as everyone looked at each other. Were they serious? He just couldn't take this tear from reality any longer. At least this would be a great story to tell Max when he woke up; maybe they'd even have dinner again. As he was waiting for a response from someone – Lux seemed to be the only articulate one of the group – a phone that went unnoticed in the cramped elevator rang.
"Why the hell is there a phone in an..." But Erik saw Lux hesitate – she was going to answer it. "No! It could be a –”
Ignoring his protest, the blonde girl grabbed the receiver and held it to her ear. "Hello?" Erik could hear the sounds of someone on the other end, and since Lux didn't drop the phone like it was on fire, he assumed that it must have been someone she knew... or at least not another security guard.
"Who is –” He was immediately shushed, and his anger slightly flared. Damn it, who do these people think they are, treating me like this? He'd never felt higher than others because of his status, but these people were treating him like a freaking dog. And there was no way in hell he was going to be someone's b***h, not unless that someone was Max. Why won’t somebody wake me up? I'm seriously getting tired of these ******** freaks. Still, he kept a tight lid on his rage and obediently stayed quiet, glad that no one could hear the thoughts tumbling ferociously in his head.¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 2:38 pm
Name: Chīsuzme, Mōtoko Kyō
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Subject Ability: Psychometry♫ ♪
Mōtoko had to stop herself from laughing hysterically; someone had picked up, and better yet, their voice was tellingly female. No way, I’m never this lucky. “Hello? Who is… never mind. I’m going to assume you’re not a doctor.” The person’s silence confirmed her assumption. “Just listen: I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, but if you’re not on their side, I’ll have to gamble that we’re in the same boat. Wherever you are, you’ve got to get out of there.”
Mōtoko took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry I can’t explain anything, but listen closely. I’m trapped in this room… I don’t know the number, but I know that it’s on the fifteenth floor. Please help me – this doctor, Dr. Archer, he locked me in here… and I don’t know how to get out. But whatever you do, don’t take the elevators. They’re going to shut them down, and if you’re in them when that happens, you’ll undoubtedly become sitting ducks.” A quick glance around the room confirmed her thoughts. “If they capture you again, I don’t know what they’ll do to you. He said you’re subjects like me, but he…” “They’re not ready…” Dr. Archer’s voice made her stomach plummet. “Never mind. Just get out. Please… help me. I’ll try to explain more when you get here, but Dr. Archer told me that –”
Just then, static buzzed into the phone, and all she heard was silence again. “Hello? Hello, are you there?” She realized with horror that the line had been cut, or at least disabled. Then the lights started flickering. Oh no, they’re shutting down the power. “No, no, wait!” Mōtoko scrambled to the door, her long hair flying around her, when she was thrown into pitch black darkness. “No, no... No, no…” she mumbled over and over, sinking to the floor and pulling her knees to her chest. She couldn’t even get up again to find an emergency switch – if there even was one – without touching something. Her own body was the only thing she wasn’t afraid to touch, and there was no knowing how long that would last.
“Miko, Miko… Where are you? Miko,” she whined, the fat tears rolling down her face in steady streams. What if it was a nurse on the other end? Or some other staff member? What if she didn’t reach anyone who could help her? Mōtoko could just envision days and nights of being trapped in this chamber, chained to a bed and being tested on for hours, giving blood samples and being pumped full of different drugs with names she couldn’t even pronounce. They were going to turn her into a monster… if she wasn’t already one.
She looked down in the direction of her hands, not even being able to see them in the lack of light. What good was seeing the past if she couldn’t even use it? At least with the future, she might’ve had a chance to get herself out. But she was hopeless, a failure to the world. I have to rely on people that I don’t even know exist to save me. Always a damsel.
The tears kept flowing and she turned her pain inside out, focusing on her losses instead of the horrible future. “Miko!” she sobbed, her moans turning into heart-wrenching screams. “Miko! Miko! Mother, I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” ❝ I’m an inverted Cancer – a crab with a soft outer shell and a hardened heart. ❞
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 4:45 pm
◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥
Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢  They were all packed into the elevator, and Tony couldn't help but think of animals loaded onto a truck on the way to the slaughter house. His stomach churned, and he could hardly hear himself think-- probably, it was his mind playing tricks on him, but as he seemed to be closer to the others their voices grew louder, growing in swells as panic overtook all of them. No one was immune to the fear of what could happen to them. The voices warped together so that Tony understand nothing but the occasional word, nothing intelligible.
It took his a long moment to realize that Erik was talking, speaking to Jay in hurried tones of wild desperation. Everyone looked uncomfortable. Had they taken on a crazy? Would their own mental instability kick in sooner or later? Lux and Erik exchanged a couple of words, and now that Tony was paying attention, the voices in his head seemed to quiet down just enough that the spoken words were clear. Erik sounded angry, though anyone would've in such a situation.
Thus far, Tony has always sunk into the background, it was easier there. Less was expected of him, and no one would ever expect him to step up front and take the wheel, that suited him just fine. Always, life had done whatever it would, and Tony simply let it-- so long as he had an out, anything that could happen would, and it wouldn't affect him all too much. He'd already seen the effects of that, though.
Erik was talking fast, a mile a minute. But everything was silenced when the phone rang. It rang again. They all passed around uncertain glances, and Lux was reaching toward it. As Tony eyed her nervously, her voice was loud in his ear, filling his senses in a way that he thought he would never get used to. ...giving away their position, if it was not already known. It all stank of a strap. Still, Lux was going for it. Maybe the risk wasn't all too much, but Tony could think of nothing that could be gained.
"Lux, do you think that's such a good idea?" Tony interrupted, speaking maybe for the first time since they had come across the two newcomers. She ignored him, and her voice faded into the rest of the jumble as she spoke out loud, Tony risked a glance at the others-- by the looks of things, everyone thought the same.
...who do these people think they are, treating me like this? Tony's glance moved from Lux to Erik, almost of its own accord. Probably, he ought to have felt as if he were invading his privacy, but it wasn't as if he were eavesdropping on purpose. He couldn't help it, it just happened. Why won't somebody wake me up? Tony, as usual, was not thinking. He spoke before he thought that someone might find it odd, him commenting on things that had not been said.
This would all take some getting used to. "Pinch yourself." Tony told Erik, addressing him for the first time, and maybe coming off as a little cold. "This isn't a dream." Time had passed, but Tony has no idea how much. The lights flickered, dimmed, and were out. A hand went out instinctively, and found the cold doors of the elevator, closed. Panicked thoughts exploded into Tony's head, took up residence pounding against his eardrums. This was the beginning of a migraine, but they obviously had bigger problems.
Probably, they were caught between floors, which meant that if the soldiers were moving in, they were coming in from the top. But they wouldn't risk that, maybe they would just send something down the shaft to take them out, obviously they'd done enough damage already that it wasn't out of the question. They were a problem out of the organization's control.
Tony's head seemed to take in only more voices, and though he hated to do it, he felt that they would be important. They were new, and probably dangerous. Tony, his eyes useless in the dark, closed his eyes, his mind working arduously to untangle the voices and find the faintest one, those that seemed farthest away. He found but could find only fragments, they weren't of much help, but it was something. ...don't damage... There was a pause, and he tried to find only one voice to hold onto.
Tony had always been good at this, focusing on only one thing, and blocking all else out. He had had to, in the arcade he'd spent absolutely all of his childhood in. The sounds of other people's winning or loosing, or the shrill noises of their games-- it could do nothing but harm to his, so he had to learn how to ignore it, and find what only affected him. ...can't be helped...
Even as clear as it was, as isolated, it was fuzzy, distorted. Tony was feeling physically drained, he couldn't have guessed how much effort this would've taken. ...should've had them ready... would've been faster... They were meaningless words, but somehow Tony's mind strung something together. "We have to get out of here now, they're going to fry us." The elevator looked thick, tough, surely the doors would stand against bullets, but an explosion was something different entirely. They seemed trapped, but there had to be some way out.
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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: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:03 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ There was a voice at the other end, that which did not belong to anything menacing. Lux breathed a sigh of relief, while Erik chattered away nervously behind her. Was this another patient? Was it too late to go back? The girl spoke fast, urgently. Stay away from the elevator, she said, they were going to shut down the power. She was on the fifteenth floor, and she wanted help. Of course she did, but they were in no position to offer theirs, after all, they could hardly seem to help themselves. The girl's voice suddenly went silent, in the middle of a sentence. Doctor Archer. Was he any different than the others, maybe more important?
It didn't matter, the silent line offered Lux nothing, but still she dumbly held the phone in her hand, too frozen in shock to even speak into it, to ask the girl if she were still there, though it was obvious that the line had been cut. They were sitting ducks, as good as dead. The power flickered, and went out, the light went out of all of the buttons, and the elevator came to a sickeningly sudden stop.
All of Lux's breath whooshed out of her lungs as she, and the others, were jostled about in the elevator, she dropped the receiver and it clattered to the floor. She couldn't have been more shocked to see that she could see clearly through a green filter, like night vision. She couldn't have been aware of the fact that her one abnormal eye was glowing, though not enough to offer any real light source.
Her other eye was blind, completely to the darkness that had enveloped them, but her one eye moved upward, resting on the tiles on the ceiling of the elevator. It was an escape, but it hardly seemed like a good idea, after all, the soldiers would be coming in on top of them. But they had to get out of here, they had no other choice.
Tony's voice broke the silence, speaking what should've seemed obvious, but for whatever reason was not. Lux's heart raced, she could almost hear it pulsing in her ears. Her apprehension, and the pressure they were being put under, it made her suggest something she probably would've thought more about, in any ordinary situation.
"We could get out the top, if we could climb up fast enough we could get past them." Though, who knew how far up they were. They'd come from the basement, and Lux didn't think they could climb the whole fifteen floors. Was there any escape from the roof? It was all she could think of, anymore. At a certain height, your body hit water the way it would hit cement. It seemed like a bad idea, but obviously they would not find their escape in the ground anymore.
Numbers streamed across Lux's vision, though they weren't any problem, she reacted to them as if she'd seen them her whole life, and let her mind do the calculations while she looked for a more reasonable answer. A thought occurred and a good one at that. "If we're going to get out of here, we need to get to the roof." Lux said suddenly, with conviction. They'd followed her this far, she could only hope that they would trust her a bit longer. This had to work, or they wouldn't survive.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:51 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 ❞ ↘ ↙
Everything was all too weird. Between the elevator and the weird phone calls, Elizabelle didn't know what was going on anymore. She wasn't the most daft person on earth but everything was moving too quickly for her. The irony of the whole thing was that her body often moved too quickly for everybody else. At the moment, it was calm due to the fact she had excersized her muscles in the craziness that was her powers minutes ago. Since that time, two new freaks had joined their little circus. Now all they needed was to find their ringleader and they had a whole production. See the horrible freaks. You won't believe your eyes! Come one, come all! Now, Elizabelle never was much for being cynical, but she had to laugh. In her own miserable state, she had to find humor in the littlest things --if that meant by cruel jokes, then so be it. The blood on her body was starting to make her skin itch and it screamed to be find relief at the bottom of her fingernails. Elizabelle refused. Her body would not feel satisfaction for the blood that plagued her skin, so she bit her lip and ignored the compulsion. Instead, she found contentment in the thought of her brother's warm welcome home.
Home. It was a word she swore not to take advantage of again.
Then the phone rang.
Strange... Why is there a telephone? The ring echoed throughout the elevator gracefully despite the amount of bodies that should have muffled the sound. The sound of something so human with such inhumane purposes made her shiver. Elizabelle couldn't fathom the thought of the phone call being a good one since the probability was all off. She was no math student, but probability was an easy course and it didn't take a mathematician to see that their odds weren't good. Of course, Lux was the person who answered the phone since it seemed that she was the only person who did anything. Or, at least she jumped the gun too quickly to let anyone else have a turn. But, Elizabelle for once realized how inappropriate her resentment was at the present time since it was inevitable that Lux would help them get out of here. Lizzy didn't know what kind of power the blonde had, but she knew it had something to do with that eye of hers.
She'd try and figure out the "gift" that the blonde girl had later. Right now, Elizabelle turned her head in the direction of the telephone and as she did so, the lights flickered before shutting off. Surprisingly, hysteria didn't leap to her throat like it would normally do. As sad as it seemed, Elizabelle was growing used to having surprises like this and she didn't mind. What she did mind was Lux ordering them around again without one peep of an explanation.
Anger bubbled inside of her as she looked towards the voice of the blonde since she couldn't make out her figure from the darkness, "Why don't you try telling us what the ******** is going on around here?" Elizabelle could feel her fists balling up at her sides, holding back the warmth that was seducing her muscles into movement. It was clear to her now that when she was worked up, her power was harder to control. "We followed you into the elevator without knowing hardly anything and now you're discussing things with a stranger over the phone without telling us? If you have some sort of reason why you have more authority than the rest of us then speak up now, because I'm sure I'm not the only confused one here." The brunette wasn't sure what the blonde could see with her freaky eye but she hoped that the hard look on her face could be seen.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 12:05 am
  .s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Ah, the elevator. A one way ticket to either heaven or hell. If they got in and chose the wrong floor to take, they were going to all die -most likely - and if they chose right, then they would be free -- Given that an exit was close by after their stop.
As everyone crammed in, Jayden kept close to the door. He had gone to thinking that with his injury, he was useless, to making a very possible, suicidal decision. It was true that most of the others, excluding Elizabelle, were momentarily unharmed. That was good, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Although he had a life waiting for him, he really had nothing to go back to. His father hated him, and because of that fact his life was going nowhere. One of these days, the male lectured himself; he was going to have to come to the conclusion that his dad owned him. He was never going to fulfill his dreams of becoming a world famous soccer-player, or even retire from the culinary arts at a ripe old age. No, for the rest of his life he was going to be working to keep his father's company going, until it could be passed down to the next generation. And thus, a chain would be created and continued.
How did that relate to the current situation he and his fellow escaping captives were in? Well, with nothing to lose, and being an injured risk to keep around, the others were better off in the case where Jayden could sacrifice himself to save them. If that was all he could do right now, then so be it.
Of course, he didn't actually want to die, and he was going to try to leave with them if he could, but if it came down to himself for them, well the decision was obvious.
As their ride started, Jayden shifted uncomfortably from the slight amount of G-force on his arm. Man, would he be glad to find a real doctor.
It wasn't a moment later that he heard that new guy, Erik talking to him. It was a simple question, and considering that while they were in the elevator, it wasn't pressing to pass up the conversation. He was about to introduce himself to the other male, as well as the captives who hadn't met him yet when the guy reached out and grabbed hold of his shoulder. Thank god it wasn't the injured one.
But the guy looked frantic - like he was talking to someone he knew. Of course, Jayden was - not so - clearly not this Max chick. Though, for some reason that now actually sounded vaguely familiar. Maybe that was the name of the girl he had banged the other night - the one whose skin he had copied somehow and was now wearing.
The youth was about to correct Erik, when Lux stepped in. Sure. Fine. That worked.
But the he-she comment was very much un-called for. And, Jayden being the hot head that he was, was going to angrily reconfirm the actual situation at hand. That was, until the phone in the elevator started ringing.
You really didn't see them in elevators very often any more, but it was probably meant for emergencies, and considering how claustrophobic half the group looked, he was sure that it was meant to calm passengers down in the off chance the car stopped.
In any case, it was ringing. Jayden looked at the others. They all seemed to share the same unsure thought he did. To pick up the line or not: That was the question.
And one, Lux provided an answer to. Her action surprised everyone, but really, who wouldn't have done the same?
Everyone was fairly silent during the conversation, save for Erik, who started talking in the background, but was silenced by someone. After that, the elevator was dead silent - like everyone was hoping to catch a tid bit of the conversation Lux was involved in.
She hung up the receiver without having said anything to the person on the other end, except for 'Hello". Who was it, he wondered.
That was when the s**t hit the fan. The lights danced a bit before going out completely. The elevator car slammed hard as the breaks forced it to stop. Everyone knocked around as balance was lost, and Jayden ended up falling into the steel door. Oh good, on top of everything, he was now going to have a large bump on his head. Super.
It took a moment for everyone to get back to their feet to asses the situation at hand. Out of the corner of his vision, the male noticed something strange. A light that cast no illumination. The cross-hair in the center caused him to realize it was Lux. The ******** was up with that?
Whatever it was, the situation didn't call for caring right now. They could all talk about their weird issues later, now was a good time to keep moving. Jayden had to guess the lack of power was intentional, and that the soldiers would be here any minute to capture or kill them.
However, a few of the others gave into their agitated fears. One such person was Elizabelle. Although the girl had some valid points, right now was not the time to lose collective cooperation - and honestly Jayden didn't have a problem with Lux pulling the reigns of this carriage. She seemed capable, and was clearly interested in getting everyone out. But Jayden had to agree. What had the conversation been about. What was Lux not telling them that they should likely know?
Whatever it was, maybe she could just tell them on the way to the roof? Besides, he had a gut feeling Lux wasn't the enemy. If she had been, she would have never freed him from that table in his room in the first place. There was just no common sense for her to do so.
"Liz, calm down. She'll tell us if it's important to our escape. Besides, we've got more pressing matters to deal with, don't we?
He couldn't actually see her, or anything for that matter. Actually, the only thing he could see in the darkness, was that eye of Lux's looking up. Which made Jayden realize what she must have been looking for. After all, who hadn't seen it in any movie, or T.V. show. There was always a hole in the ceiling of these elevators.
So this was the plan. "Hey guys, look. We gotta stick together here, and we all know it."
"Lux, I'm guessing you see a way out of here?" He waited for an answer before continuing on. "Tony, you should go first. Me and Erik can help you lift the girls from the bottom, then hopefully we can find a way up...."
"Hope you're right about heading to the roof." He commented towards Lux, with increasingly little enthusiasm that they were actually going to make it out of here alive. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:08 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… “Pinch yourself; this isn’t a dream.” The words stuck hard and fast in Erik’s gut, as if the previously silent male had punched him himself. Sure, when he’d said he’d wanted to wake up, he had meant it, but he didn’t actually think that someone was listening, especially Mr. Silent over there. But something about the way he said that made Erik feel funny, as if the guy was invading his very privacy. None of this did any good to quell his anger, though.
“Oh, really? Then who the hell are you people?” Erik looked at the group again, gazing over the members. A small voice in his head – probably his conscience – told him that he was working on making enemies with them, but his brushed the thought away. You’d be a little freaked out too if you woke up strapped to a gurney and saved by people you’d never seen before, who dragged you through a strange building with hardly a word between them. These people were acting too calm to not know anything about what was going on. Well, at least the red-haired girl – sorry, guy – looked a little frazzled, but the dark-haired girl looked like she was miles away, not to mention how compliant they were all acting towards Lux. They did need some form of system in order to escape – if that’s what they were doing – but she had a natural air of authority that made Erik suspicious. Still, he’d never voice those suspicions – if even he could take her, he didn’t fight girls, and he had a feeling that she wouldn’t think twice about beating the s**t out of him and tossing him aside.
It occurred to Erik that he was really the only one talked, aside from Lux’s commands, and it made him feel a little awkward, but he had to voice his opinions; it was his nature. “Look, I know I’m really talkative, and I understand you guys don’t like that, and don’t want to get all chummy or whatever, but I’m just a little freaked. Look, I woke up chained to a metal thing, being pumped full of whatever-the-hell, and you’re the first people I see. I think I have a right to a little suspicion. You guys just seem a little too mellow for this situation, to me anyway.” I’m not really mad at them, he thought. I just want some answers. Max… “Look, I just wanna get out of here and find my Max. Please…” His shoulders fell, and he could feel himself losing it. He wouldn’t – couldn’t – cry, but his heart sobbed out inside of him. If that guy was right about this not being a dream, what if Max was hurt, too? What if this was the work she had talked about being so interfering? In place of collapsing in despair, he let his worry become his strength, and forced himself to look at the positive outcomes instead.
Just then, the lights flickered and doused; Erik felt an arm push past him to the sealed door. “What’s going on? Why would they cut the power?” Erik whispered. The darkness had a way of making Erik get quiet. Distantly he could hear Lux hanging up the phone, and saw a bright light flash in his direction. “Huh?” It was coming from Lux’s face, or more appropriately, her eye. What are these people? he thought. And what do I have to do with them? “Lux, are you…?”
Tony spoke up about getting out, and Lux faced upwards. They were going to crawl out of an elevator shaft? To where? He was getting tired of the commands, especially since there was no explanation as to why, but apparently someone in the group felt more strongly about that than he did. "Why don't you try telling us what the ******** is going on around here?" The voice was unfamiliar, but clearly feminine, so by direction he assumed it was the pretty dark-haired girl he saw bringing back the new one. He hadn’t pegged her as the crazy one, but with the way she went on, it was clear that she was getting a little bit of the Crazies.
Quickly, another voice started soothing, a voice that Erik couldn’t quite understand in tone, but was significantly lower than the dark-haired girl’s. By the flash of color in front of him, he found it to be that red-headed boy – whatever. Whoever the red-head was, Erik was slowly gaining respect for him... and Lux. She seemed to have it all together, and the red-head worked well in keeping them feeling like a group. Everyone else didn’t really seem to want to be in a big group, but Erik thought that if they stuck together, they’d have a shot of escaping whatever Hell they’d been brought into.
“Alright, I'm in. How the heck do we get out?” The red-head voiced his opinion again – Erik found it to be a good idea, although he didn’t like the thought of being last to leave. Of course, he couldn’t let those girls get hurt, either. Damn the gentleman in his blood. “Fine. Let’s do this. But Lux,” he paused, turning in the direction of her glowing eye. He felt like he should at least be able to give one command, after being jerked around so much. “You’re going to tell us everything you know about what’s going on when we get out of here.”¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:53 pm
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢ There was a lot of tension in the elevator. Erik snapped back at Tony's response, asking him how he would feel if he had woken up chained up and being pumped full of fluids. Or, rather, he was being told how he would feel. "I was." Tony responded calmly, maybe too calmly. But he'd never been emotional, never. It was the way he was raised, maybe, or just his personality together. The only emotion he'd ever seen pass between his parents was anger, anger at everything. He'd always thought it was brought on by stress. After anger, after Tony moved in with his father, there was only silence. His father was detached, he didn't give a s**t about anything. It was just that he let Tony do whatever he wanted, he didn't want to hear what Tony's plans were. He didn't even want him to ask about going out, or staying in. They'd avoided each other's gazes, walking through the hallways early in the morning or late in the evening. They saw too much of each other, it seemed, but any amount would've been too much.
Maybe it was better this way, with Tony gone. It meant that his father got the aloneness he had so longed for. He could work all he liked, and have nothing to be absolutely furious with. It worked out in his favor, all of it. Erik was talking a lot, but it was probably anything to cut the tension. It wasn't something Tony was used to, so, for the most part, he stayed silent. Lux was talking again, and Elizabelle was responding harshly. Tony could agree that Lux had been calling all of the shots, but it didn't bother him. He'd preferred the background, and if any of the pressure to come up with any plans had fallen to him, well, he wasn't sure how he would handle that. Probably not as successfully as any of the others. If it got them out, mostly in one piece, Tony didn't care who was calling the shots. Jay was the one who talked Elizabelle down, and turned to Tony, maybe-- Tony couldn't see, he was told that he ought to go first.
Tony nodded, but realized that no one would see it. "Alright" He muttered. Probably, it was better that he go first, not only for the initial problem of getting everyone up. He had the least to lose, in fact, what was there for him to be excited about upon getting out? He had no family, his friends were more commonly called "acquaintances", and he had cut all of his communication with his parents as soon as he moved out. The only person he met with any regularity was his grandfather, and what was that to look forward to? Dusting off dried leaves from an old man's grave, and to lay flowers down in hopes that maybe it would make up for some of the trouble that he had caused. Tony stared up, wondering how high the elevator was.
Usually for emergency escapes, in case of fires or maintenance, he'd always seen the tiles move up and over, revealing the shaft. probably, it was one or two in particular that would move. He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to get up there, though. Could he jump? Maybe. Tony, his eyes adjusted to the darkness enough that he could see how much room he had, jumped, his fingertips hit the tile, it jumped and flipped upside down. Tony couldn't help but have been surprised. Had whatever made him hear the voices also made him stronger, more athletic? That's all that could possibly make sense, but it was too hard to believe. They had to get moving. Tony didn't wait for anyone to offer their help, individualistic as he was, he probably would've been unwilling to accept it.
Tony made another swipe, his fingertips caught on the edge. Did it have that low of a ceiling? He hadn't checked when they'd first gotten in, or before the lights had gone out, it hadn't occurred to him. He wished he had. His other fingers curled around the ledge and pulled him up. A feeling of immense satisfaction filled him as pulled his feet up through the narrow hole, staring up through the shaft. They'd only cut power to this level, it looked like, he could see lights up, where the doors were opened. Probably because that's where the soldiers were. That had to mean they were almost read. Tony lead forward, and extended his arm to help the first person up. "Who's first?" He asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper. He feared alerting the soldiers.
[OOC: Lack of other people's thoughts, but I completely forgot to add any until I'd already finished. =/ Ah, well.]
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 3:51 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Erik sounded panicky, as anyone would. They hadn't explained a single thing to him, and Lux couldn't help the guilt that she felt gnawing at her. They hadn't had the time, at least, that's what she'd been telling herself. She promised herself that they would get everything cleared up as soon as they could. It didn't help that Tony sounded almost hostile. She tried speaking out as apologetically as she could manage, in the rushed situation. "I'm sure all any of us want is to get back home, where we belong."
In the whole elevator, there was nothing but hostility. Elizabelle was speaking out angrily, as she had every right to. Lux had been calling out commands, expecting blind loyalty of people she didn't even know. She'd been selfish, thinking only of what she had to go home to. In the dark, Elizabelle was glaring at her, she could feel it even before her vision was illuminated by her eye sweeping over the others. Nausea chewed at her stomach, she felt sick with self-loathing. "Do you have any better ideas?" She asked Elizabelle, but her cool composure sounded arrogant in her own ears. Damnit, Lux, get yourself together! You're better than this!
Jay was speaking up, trying to keep the peace. She couldn't kick the feeling that everyone felt the same, and he was only trying to help because they wouldn't survive this if they were all at odds with each other. "You're oging to tell us everything you know about what's going on when we get out of here." Erik spoke up, commanding for the first time since they'd stumbled across him. "Deal." She responded quietly, disheartened that she didn't have much to share.
It was then Jay's turn to openly doubt her. He said he'd hoped she was right about heading up. For the first time, Lux revealed her plan-- but it felt more automatic. She knew what she was thinking, but it was more the numbers still scrolling across her vision than her mind at work. "The human body can survive a two-hundred foot drop into deep water, if maneuvered
correctly." She added grimly, but the words, the voice-- it didn't sound like herself. Like a prerecorded machine speaking in her voice, it seemed to her. "I've got to be right." She added, entirely to herself.
Lux watched Tony make the jump through the small hole he'd created by moving the tile. He asked who was first. "I'd prefer to be last." She muttered, before thinking carefully as to how she would explain herself. She spoke softly and quickly, trying to rephrase her plan from how her mind seemed to be shooting it at her. Anything to feel as if the thoughts were her own.
"Just keep climbing up, no matter what. When you get to the roof..." Lux's voice trailed off. Am I even going to make it to the roof? She forced herself to keep going after a moment's pause. "There should be water. The building can't be more than twenty stories high, if you jump in feet first with your arms against your side, you should be fine." Lux didn't go any further. She would be splitting up with them, but she didn't want to tell them that, not until she had to. She doubted that they would be alright with any one-man heroics, but she was the only one, currently, who knew about the girl on the fifteenth floor. It was less risky for the others if she went alone, if she made enough noise, did enough damage, the soldiers might think they all had taken that route.
[OOC: This post would be longer, but my mom's on the way to the hospital. And so I have to fight the birds back into their cages. =/]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:46 am
 Anisa___Jay___Conner
"I may be small, but my looks will knock you out."
What in the world was going on around here? She had followed the only girl she knew into an elevator and as soon as she got in, she was pushed into a corner right behind the taller, dark-haired girl. She normally would have spoken up in that situation, but as she listened to the conversation going on amongst the group she felt it best to remain silent. Everyone seemed extremely higher then her and as she looked around she could only make eye contact with a person's chest. However, she doubted anyone would want to look her in the eye. Everyone just seemed so tense and going up in an elevator didn't help them at all.
When she heard a man ask for names to end their awkward silent, Ani was about to jump up and shout her name, but he suddenly changed his mind and went towards the red-headed...male? Shifting around the dark-haired girl, she looked over at where the he-she stood. He looked like a female...but...Moving back behind, she shook her head. She would hate to get involved with a situation like that.
Then the ominous sound of a phone ringing caught her ear's attention. Moving up on her tippy-toes, she looked over to see the tall blonde-hair girl answering the phone. Ani's eyes widen at the sight of the girl so carelessly answering the phone. Ani was brave, but she wasn't stupid enough to answer a phone that belonged to a mad scientist. She didn't hear the girl say anything though, and before Ani could ask any questions to the girl she called a friend another voice spoke up. She looked over at the man with the brown hair who seemed to have been silent since she got there. He called the girl with the blonde hair Lux, that meant that was her name then. Way to go, Sherlock...Ani thought to herself in a sarcastic way.
Then the lights went out.
Pushing herself up against the corner in defense, she blinked her eyes and looked around as voices began to speak one by one. She couldn't make out who was talking until the shine from Lux's eye caught her attention. Following the shine, she looked up at the ceiling and frowned. She couldn't reach the ceiling even if she jumped with all her might. Looking down, she ignored the talk going on and began thinking to herself. Soldiers are, supposedly, coming down to get them and they're suppose to go up there to get to the roof which could be twenty stories up or something like that. Looking up, her eyes adjusted to the dark and she she could make-out the outlines of the people she was surrounded by. Some of the people didn't look that good of shape, bleeding and what-not. So, it seemed a bit unfair that they had to push themselves even harder to get up there. Ani wished there was something she could do to help them, but she doubted she could be any help at the moment.
Suddenly, movement caught her attention and she heard the bang on the elevator's roof before a small amount of light came through. Looking over she watched as the man called Tony jumped up and then pulled himself up and then offered a hand down to the first 'lady' to go up. Moving her hands, she pushed the girl in front of her forward. "You should go first." She said softly. "You don't look too well and I'll follow right behind you in case you get tired." She said trying to sound stronger then she looked. It was a bad habit of her's to act tough since she was always told she wasn't because of her size. With another soft push, she tired her best to watch herself since she just found out a push from her would send a man flying. "Go on." She said with more passion before she waited. "I'm Ani, by the way. Thanks for helping me out back there." She said with a flash of her bright smile. She truly was grateful to the dark-haired woman and she could only hope to repay the favor someday.
((Sorry for the late reply everyone. I'm back though!))
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