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Ace - Dorm Room (14 years old)

Ace as a teenager, seldom dreamed. Life inside the orphanage was boring and meaningless. He had been planning for escape for years, while other kids played silly games, he was traning his body to built up physical strength.

That night, he weirdly dreamed. It was simply daily events that took place in the orphanage, they stayed away from him like what they'd do in reality. The tall boy gave them a deadpanned expression and went to some dark corners. To Ace, luring the shadows to talk to him was much more exicting.

He woke up, found himself sleeping on a large bed. Ace immediately knew he wasn't in the orphanage anymore, the small bed there won't accomodate his height while that soft resilent one was able to do so. He first observed the room, a bookshelf filled with cooking and baking books, it had a nice kitchen on the other side of the room, a medium-size sofa and a fridge.

It was a cozy nice room that he'd liked to live forever, he opened the wardrobe and fiddled with the clothes inside. He could easily distinguish three styles roughly were included, which told him there might be three people living in that room. He grabbed a top and a pair of pants unbelivably suitable for his taste and put on, loosely fitted. Ace then opened the fridge and found a slice of cake with a memo: It's mine on it. He took out two eggs and prepared himself a breakfast before he headed out to get a clue what place he was at.

He descended along the stairs and reached the basement. There he saw a petite girl with black hair and a bunny backpack. "Hey, I'm new to here. Can you tell me where am I?"

Maybe it was his height that looked intimidating, the shortie stared at him like a watchful cat and refused to open her mouth. She piqued his interest and thus he further explained the situation he faced. "Can you speak in Chinese?" She finally said something. His answer again made her shut up. "It's safer to move together," he suggested. The petite girl looked at him without much emotion until he received a nod from her.

He went forward to pick her up, she immediately pulled his shirt at the back of collar violently before she calmed down and blamed him silently with a frown. Ace would feel how light she actually was, she looked like a kid more than a teenager. A sweet girlish voice lit up in his mind. That's should be my question, sweetheart.

It was probably a good thing that Joy had zero ideas of what she was going to do once the door opened. Because if she did, it would have involved hitting whoever answered the door. When she saw it was another teenager, she narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "You weren't beating anyone up in there, were you?"

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"Dunno. But we can check n'see if any of the apps are working. Does it have any other sort of message sender?" She was fussing with the battery pack, checking to see if it could get any of the phones going.

"Probably, he looks big. And smashy." She sounded almost cheerful about it. A loading screen suddenly flickers to life and she let out a pleased whoo!

"Okay, I'll try on this one. Even if we can't call for rescue right off, we got control of the situation, okay? This is a survival sitch and I've been training pretty much my whole life to deal with this sorta thing." Kinda.

"Okay the reception is s**t and since when did 911 go to voicemail? That's hella suspicious."

The redhead flopped down in a chair with the phone and made herself at home, fingers waggling the scalpel with aimless impatience as she looked through the gallery. "This is really weird, there's pics of my mom in here," she sounded irritated by it. "Why the ******** did they scan all these photos and why was she so great at taking selfies."

Looking at the notices she added, "They've got like a thousand twitter notices."

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"I'll go see H." he said, "If anyone else wants to tag along, feel free, I never know what's going to ******** happen with that guy or if he's even effected."

Rep climbed over the barricade, deliberately ignoring Mark because he was a traitor who ran off with any gamer girl who batted their long old eyelashes at him and headed in the direction of the life labs. "I tried telling him." he said, a little strained, assuming Carl meant Harrison. "He doesn't remember me, and he doesn't remember anything that went before today for about ten years. He'll figure out weapons as he goes along I'm sure, B0nez - his weapon - isn't dumb. Maybe he'll figure out other things too."

He sighed. "I'm just hoping that Dr H can help us out. He's scary as ******** but he usually at least knows what is going on in a crisis. Maybe you can explain the voices to him if he's shrunk though. Just be careful."

He looked a little concerned.

"He...er. Doesn't like Death division much."

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Chance debated on this for approximately three seconds.

"Nah, still not a looney bin," he decided, even if everything the kid was saying about Pokeymon was not exactly in his wheelhouse of knowledge. He didn't know what Bayblade was either, but the kid had run off before Chance could get a question in about swords and things.

He turned his head to look at Otto, brows raised.

"So," he said cheerfully, as though they had not just run into a crazed child. "Wanna go wander and figure out where we are?"




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"You are not my Jedi - " Gale started, then stopped, because there was no point in arguing with Mark. He put a hand to his face, dragged it down, then glanced sideways at Lucky, then back over at Rep, more than happy to let him go and find Dr. H.

And, well. There was no point in checking on Caelius. Gale squinted at Carl, then back at Mark.

"I guess I could go check on Allan and Simon," he said with a sigh. "Lucky?"

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It had to be a looney bin. Clearly. He kept hearing someone crying and whining about being trapped, and he was certain it was coming from his own head. Although for the life of him he didn't recognize the voice as his own.

Regardless, he had no plans of staying put.

"Tch. Wander all you want. I ain't stayin' here another minute." He grouched, stomping forward and shoving his hands into his pockets. He started a moment, pulling out a bite size package of Skittles. His brows knit together as he regarded the candy with confusion. Why were these in his....

Oh well.

He ripped open the package and continued walking. "I'm gunna find the exit and get the ******** outta Dodge. Warnin' you now, if a nurse tries to get me with a shot, I'm punching her in her wrinkly old face."

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Chance waited a moment, then followed after Otto, his own hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. The candy was given a curious look, because someone as scowly faced as this boy seemed the type to carry beef jerky or pocketknives or something, not...Skittles.

But to each their own.

"I won't stop you," said Chance mildly, still following alongside. "Y'know, I read this book once, about this woman who woke up in a place and all of the nurses were actually giant lizard people."