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Post by LOLITA WINDSONG AVERY on Apr 8, 2012 3:04:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] terrified, petrified ! words: 465, tagged: sapphy and aura wearing: this
His mind woke up before his body did, lying there with his eyes closed too dizzy to be able to think coherently just yet. He didn’t know how long he laid there before he could finally start piecing things together. All he could remember was just getting out of the shower and going to put his towel away after putting on a t shirt and boxer briefs. That was all he could remember. And now he was in…well he didn’t know where he was exactly. He was still too tired and dizzy to risk opening his eyes. Dizzy enough that he felt nauseated and he was freezing cold. Shivering even, his little teeth chattering and his mouth feeling incredibly dry. His braces were almost painful with how dry and cold his mouth was. It took him a long time of simply lying wherever it was that he was—he still had no idea—before he realized that his hands and feet were tied together.
That was when he finally opened his eyes, desperately trying to look around but only seeing pitch black darkness. Darkness that emanated from someone who was nearby. He felt stone under him and tried to push himself up, tears immediately pouring from his eyes when he couldn’t do it. Muffled whimpers brought on by the inability to hear himself cry. Like he had cotton in his mouth while he sobbed and wiggled to try and sit himself up. It took him a good fifteen minutes of sobbing and wiggling before he could sit, legs curled awkwardly and painfully at his sides and the boy just sitting there for a long time before he could do anything else. Pepper was mad at him. He simply sat there and cried. He had no idea where he was. He was tied up. It was dark and freezing cold. He couldn’t even see the sound of his own voice because it was so dark, and he knew he was making noise because he could feel it. Loli was terrified. He had never been this scared in his life.
And then finally he shifted his weight to one side and brought his links arms over his legs, twisting and turning and falling onto his back while he did so. But at least now his arms were in front of him and he could easily sit himself back up again. Hands tied together and sitting in his lap and his legs outstretched while he still continued to sob. Did he know the other people he was with? Was one of them the reason it was so dark? He waited. For how long was beyond him. He simply waited for someone else to wake up and eventually bent his legs so his chin could rest on his knees.
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 8, 2012 22:11:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 395 ( TAGGED ) EMERSON NEXT! ( OUTFIT ) HERE It took Al a while to register that he was in the middle of a stone room, or anything unusual at all. The first thing he registered was pain in his face. Yes, his face hurt, you old punnies. Your face would hurt too if you had a five pound weight thrown full force at it. Al's entire head was throbbing quite a bit; when he blinked open his eyes, he knew he had two full black eyes. His entire skin felt crusty with the unwashed salt of what had been an intense workout. There was also some dried blood on his upper lip. Nosebleed? Since when had he ever gotten a nosebleed? Then the nose pain started to process. So that was it. Broken nose. Al started to bring his hand up to feel it, when he realized his hands were tied together. What the hell was going on?
Albert, Albert, Albert, you're hurt, we love you, we love you, you're hurt, we love you...
Shut up.
Albert, we love you, we want to be near you, we love you, Albert...
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[/color] They always grew louder and louder whenever he was in a bad mood. They... they sensed it, they knew what he was feeling, they knew the past two days had been terrible. Mickey and Al had gotten in a fight Friday night because Mickey was the most jealous little thing ever, and he was probably out... Just stop, Al, they're growing. Calm down. Figure out why you're tied. But first, make it so you can see where the hell you are. Time to go now.
We love you, we don't want to go, but we'll follow you... We'll keep on watching you...The complete darkness of the room shrank back, and the shadows became normal shadows again. The room Al found himself in was very stark and dense and cold and plain and stone and- hey, there were two other people in here. Loli, and that Emerson chick Al had met in the library. Loli seemed to be awake; Al stood himself up using martial-artist (ha ha ha not really) skills and tried to take a better look around the room. It didn't change. It was still every bit as stone and plain and terrible as ever. "What the hell is going on?" Nice way to sum it up there, pal. [/div] aaaaaaaaaaangreh al doesn't remember that he can solidify shadows and cut things with them [/center][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 8, 2012 23:33:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]it seems like i'm always on my own  WORDS : who knows // OUTFIT : CLICK // TAGGED : lolita & albert
She awoke to the sound of a voice, her head throbbing. For a second, the 'oh, shit' thought went shooting through her aching mind that she had had waay too many drinks last night and ended up in bed with some stranger. Then she realized she was lying, quite uncomfortably, on a stone floor. She shifted slightly, and winced instantly, causing a slight groaning sound to escape her lips. Thrashing pain coursed through her body, making her wish she hadn't moved in the first place.
Then she processed the words that had forced her to come to."What the hell is going on?" It was distinctively male, and nearby. Em couldn't help it. "You think I know any more than you?"
She had no freaking clue what was going on. One minute she had been taking a leisurely stroll down the beach, and the next she's in this pitch-black hell hole. She wasn't in full panic mode yet, that usually came after the initial shock of waking up like this wore off. Which probably wouldn't be too far off.
Okay, time to sit up. This lying down position was getting too uncomfortable. Plus, her whole left leg was asleep, seeing as it had been awkwardly twisted beneath her for however long she had been here. Heaving a sigh, she realized her feet and wrists were bound together. Ohh, awesome. This makes things so much more interesting. She wriggled clumsily for a good five minutes before she was finally leaning against the stone - big surprise there - wall. This seemed like a bad horror film. You know, the ones where the teenagers are locked into a cell and molested by some creepy old guy? A frown knitted her eyebrows together, as she was trying to figure out what the hell happened between the beach and this.
She finally remembered that there was at least one other person in this room. Honestly, she didn't know for sure if there was more than one, but she didn't really care. "Well, seeing as we're here, we might as well get to know each other." Em's voice was heavily injected with sarcasm. "I'm Emerson."
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Post by LOLITA WINDSONG AVERY on Apr 9, 2012 3:23:35 GMT -5
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He was never going to see Pepper again. He was never going to be able to lie under the sun using a lion as a pillow petting the soft fur while they snuggled. Never going to plant little kisses all over his face or play with his fingers just for something to do. Never going to smell his fruity shampoo mixed with the body spray he wore to hide pubescent smell. Never going to be able to apologize for their fight. There was no doubt in Lolita’s mind that he would not ever return to Grace Island after this. His bountiful optimism was all used up.
The boy’s head didn’t lift until the darkness started shrinking away, causing him to jump and flinch and whimper loudly. It somewhat resembled a drowning puppy that just got kicked as he peeked out from under incredibly tangled hair and tear filled eyes. He could see the sound very faintly within the dimly lit room, translucent little waves of deep blues and rich browns that made up Albert’s voice. Dotted with the tone he used. But without being able to read Al’s lips he couldn’t really give an answer. Another set of waves joined, assaulting reds and oranges that made his eyes squish shut for a moment before quickly opening them so he could study the tone and try and figure out a word or phrase. All he really gathered from both of them was intense confusion and anger.
While the girl started moving to get more comfortable Loli started using his arms to wipe his eyes off, but the tears just kept coming like an endless waterfall. He wanted Pepper. He wanted his parents. He wanted to be safe. He was so sorry for getting angry. So sorry for breaking his vegan diet for candy. So sorry for being jealous or anything else bad he had ever done. The girl spoke again and he managed to scoot himself closer to her so he could kind of see the details in her face now, simply shaking his head. It was really difficult to gesture to his ears and mouth with his hands tied together, but he managed to point to both and shake his head again. Couldn’t hear. Couldn’t talk.
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 9, 2012 23:38:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 495 ( TAGGED ) EMERSON NEXT! ( OUTFIT ) HERE Al felt very cramped in the room. It wasn't exactly... large, was it? Very claustrophobic. The girl in the room make a not very helpful statement, Al only half heard it. It didn't seem important. It was just some sarcastic remark about being incompetent- er, ignorant. Yeah. That's a better word. "It was a rhetorical question. No need to answer." Al spoke softly, taking a look at Loli. He was freaking right the fuck out. Al sighed, trying to calm himself down. He hated feeling angry for days at a time. He started to walk over to Loli, forgetting that his feet were bound. Cue falling on the floor into a puddle of shadows that went to save their loved one. Their master. They never stop being creepy. It seemed to cushion Al's fall, at least so he didn't break his wrist.
We love you, we help you, we love you...
Thank you. Now shut up. ... Wait. Cut these ropes.
Of course, of course, we love you, anything for you...
A black dagger appeared from the shadows underneath Al. He grasped it with his right hand and, as best he could, started to cut away at his ropes. They were pretty tough; he couldn't begin to tell what they were made out of. Nylon? It was something man-made, definitely. The girl was speaking again while Al was sawing away. "I remember. We met in the library, I think, a couple weeks ago? That's Loli, over there, he, uh, can't really speak, or hear... As you can probably guess from his gesturing." Al finally got his wrists untied. He massaged them for a moment, before getting to work on the much thicker leg binds. "Give me a few minutes..."
He felt so tired. They were so happy. Excited to help him. Why did they love him? He was angry, he was sour, he was not loveable. He was nothing, he was terrible. Good for the darkness and nothing else. Nothing but listening to the constant chorus of whispers, We love you, Albert, we love you...
He did not love them back.
And now he was here, in some creepy ass room, made out of goddamn stone. Stone. Even back at the institution they had rooms with cots. A comfortable place to sleep. Trackers instead of bonds.
A few minutes more, and Al's limbs were free. He stood up again, trying to calm himself down. He really, truly didn't like being so angry, but he still felt himself simmering. Al walked on over to Loli, smiling, and speaking slowly. "Hey, Loli, it's okay now. I'm going to cut you free, okay?" Al bent down, and placed a hand on Loli's. He hoped the scared kid wouldn't pull away or cut himself on the solid shadow dagger. Oh, hey, there was that other chick, too. Al turned his head. "I'll get to you next, okay? Unless you can free yourself. This thing isn't the quickest method, I'll admit."
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 10, 2012 18:08:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]it seems like i'm always on my own WORDS : who knows // OUTFIT : CLICK // TAGGED : lolita & albert
The painful pounding in her head didn't subside, in fact, it grew worse and worse. With a wince, she squeezed her eyes shut and drew her legs up so she could rest her chin on them. Concentrating on taking deep breaths, she fought the urge to black out again. What the hell did they do to her? Where was she? (Oh dear. Here come the panic attacks.) What are they going to do to her?
Calm down, Em. She told herself sternly. This was no time overreact. That could only end in someone getting hurt. She had to control her emotions. She moved her hands to rub her temples, and then, once again, realized that they were tied together. She drew a shaky breath and tried to pull herself together.
Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. She didn't remember anything. No joke. She remembered her name and all that, but she couldn't quite recall.. well, anything else. Biting down hard on her lip to keep from screaming, she tried to relax herself again. Yeah-fucking-right. She was sitting in a stone cell with two other guys who she couldn't quite remember, and she was pretty sure whatever her captor - whoever the hell he was - wanted wouldn't be... good?
Okay, okay. Ignoring the hangover-like pain in her head, she tried to sort out what she knew. She knew she was at this... school, because she was different. Oh, yeah! She could kill people with her mind. Wait... was that a good thing? A while back, she had been... attacked by some guy. She recalled that she had been mad, and that the guy died because of her anger. And now she was at this school... and... she had been taking a walk on the beach, to clear her mind. Yes.. and then... nothing. Complete blackness. That must've been when she was captured.
"We met in the library..." We did? Her eyebrows turned down in a frown. She didn't remember that.
Ohhh. The guy was deaf? Yikes. That has got to be horrible. She made a little sympathetic noise in the back of her throat. Poor guy. No wonder he was... uh, freaking out, for lack of better words.
"Uh, no. I won't come in handy until later, I'm guessing." Her tone was dead serious. "And you can take you're time."
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Post by LOLITA WINDSONG AVERY on Apr 11, 2012 1:16:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] terrified, petrified ! words: 465, tagged: sapphy and aura wearing: this
By this point Loli’s face was soaking wet with tears and a bit of snot, because hey, it happens and he was shaking like a frozen Chihuahua. He curled himself up as small as he could up against the wall and simply stayed there. The only noises he made were the choking whimpers from his crying, which sounded a bit off to anyone who could hear. Something about them just wasn’t right, sign number one that he couldn’t hear. He could just barely see their voices within the darkness and between the blurred vision his tears presented him with, left feeling completely alone. Not even knowing that tow others were in this position with him was comforting any more. He didn’t have the privilege of hearing soothing words of encouragement. Promises that they would get out of this. He didn’t have that. He couldn’t even make small talk to pass time and take his mind off of where he was. All he had was to sit there and dwell over the last things he had said, and he used that word lightly, to Pepper and feel like he was going to die here alone and hated. He simply sat there with his chin on his knees trying to stop crying but failing miserably.
It took him a moment to realize Al was now crouched in front of him, looking up slowly and sniffling like a heartbroken little child. Peering up through his messy hair and puffy red eyes. Reading Al’s lips carefully and giving a little hopeful nod, not bothering to question how he was going to be cut free and just staying as still as he could. Letting Al take one of his hands and do whatever it was he needed. He looked fro Al down to the shadow-made dagger then to the girl, wondering how exhausting this must be for Al. Right now Al was his hero, and would be even more so once he got out of the binds that were at least on his hands. Finally, after a few minutes of staying as still as he could his hands were free. His tears had also stopped, replaced by a tiny glimmer of hope. All Loli could do in thanks was throw his arms around Al’s neck and tug him down for an awkward hug that was far tighter than one would picture someone his size giving. And then as quickly as he had hugged Albert he had let him go, working on untying his feet now that his hands were free. “Dankew,” |
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 12, 2012 22:57:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 390 ( TAGGED ) EMERSON NEXT! ( OUTFIT ) HERE Al's stomach growled, bringing attention to the fact that he had no idea when his last meal was- probably dinner the night before the kidnapping. Ugh, he didn't feel great. Before he could contemplate this too much, though, Loli's arms were wrapped around him and squeezing tighter than Al had felt anyone hug him in a long time. Loli then thanked Al out loud, which was a bit of a big deal, and then got to work on the ropes around his feet. Al stood, smiling at Loli. "No problem, friend. Now, to get to you..." Al turned to the girl behind him. She looked like she was recovering from a panic attack. Al himself was wondering how he could be so calm. Well, relatively calm.
Honestly, he didn't have a very wide emotional span. He was still full of feelings of anger at Mickey for not listening and not understanding (did he ever get the letter?) that he couldn't register the fact that he was in very real danger.
Still, Al took a deep breath and tried to look like he knew what he was doing. He hurried over to the girl, Emerson, right, that was her name, and began to cut away at her ropes. "So, what are your powers, then? Just curious, since they probably will come in handy. We'll be able to get out of here. It'll be good. It'll be okay. We'll be able to see everyone again." And make amends and fix everything and it will all be okay. "There, look at that, your hands are free." Al stood up, figuring Emerson could work at the foot binds herself like Loli had done. He walked over to the door, dropping the knife (which promptly melted back into the shadows).
Al looked through a small hole in the door. There was a guard standing there, just, standing still, with a fairly large gun. Al could handle guns. His dad was a heavy advocate of the second amendment. So, he decided to be chill. Cool. Nonchalant. "Hey, there, what's up? What's going on? Who are you?" Al leaned against the door, keeping the guard in sight but relaxing as much as he could. He would be okay. At least they weren't alone. That was a good thing, right? Al's stomach growled again. "Say, got any food?"
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 13, 2012 22:30:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]it seems like i'm always on my own WORDS : who knows // OUTFIT : CLICK // TAGGED : lolita & albert
An unusual feeling planted itself in the pit of Em's already churning stomach. She realized she actually felt sorry for the poor guy - Loli, was his name. She was on the verge of insanity, herself, and she could actually hear stuff. And how come the other boy was so calm? He acted like this happened every day. And Em was willing to bet it didn't.
When the boy walked towards her with the knife, ready to liberate her, she repressed an instinct to flinch away from him. Growing up in the ghetto had you learning pretty quickly that when some stranger rushed towards you with a weapon, you don't sit still. She told herself she was being stupid and inane. He was obviously on her side. They were trapped in this cell until God knows when.
"Uhh..." she searched for the words as if she couldn't seem to find them, "psionic blasts. Yeah, I create psionic blasts. I can kill people, if I wanted." She left out the fact that she didn't really have control over her power yet. The amount of pain she could cause was based solely on her emotion. If it was a life or death matter, and she was scared out of her freaking wits, she could kill someone. Well, that only happened once. But who's counting?
Relief coursed through her when she was able to move her hands. "Thanks. A lot." Immediately, Em went to work untying the expertly tied knot that imprisoned her feet.
The boy started talking to someone she couldn't see, as she was hunched in the corner, trying to free her feet. The realization hit her that she didn't know what his name was. Or maybe she did. Dammit, everything was fuzzy, now!
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Post by LOLITA WINDSONG AVERY on Apr 18, 2012 17:27:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] terrified, petrified ! words: 390, tagged: sapphy and aura wearing: this
Loli was far too upset and scared to really think about much. His growling stomach and mild light headedness was going rather unnoticed, as was a mild pain from the binds and from the way his legs had been bent for so long. All he was really thinking about was Pepper. That was it. Just Pepper. Never seeing Pepper again. Never seeing those little paw prints that made up his voice. Never seeing their kitty or sharing a milkshake as Loli broke his vegan diet. The boy had never really had any direct trauma to his life. He’d had family members commit suicide but it had gotten frequent enough within the community that it didn’t really effect him much any more. Racism and discrimination would happen but he had the privilege of not hearing most of it and just being able to walk right on. This was the first real trauma of Loli’s life and it was a big one. But he was running out of tears. Running out of energy to cry with as the other two talked on.
Without the shadows that Al seemed to be able to control Loli could finally see more detail to their voices. Able to pick out letters within the shapes of their voices. He eyes bolted between looking at Albert and looking at Emerson, wanting to make sure he saw what both of them said before the colors of their voices blended into one shape of a sound wave and bolted off against a wall. He flailed a little to grab both of their attentions, only being able to demonstrate his power rather than tell him. Once he knew he had their attention he clapped his hands. A normal clap. Quiet, average. Nothing out of the ordinary with it. And then he clapped again but his fingers wiggled and his eyes narrowed in concentration. Mentally he began tugging the edges of the circle the clapping noise made for him, pulling the edges out into a whole new shape all together. This time the clap sounded like a lion’s roar. Pepper’s lion roar. He was beginning to feel less and less hopeless. Maybe, just maybe, him and Emerson could combine their powers together to get out of here. Because if a sound wave was strong enough it could crack stone.
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 22, 2012 2:52:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) I'm lazy ( TAGGED ) EMERSON NEXT! ( OUTFIT ) HERE The guard was just... ignoring him. He was just staring out, like this was the thirty-eighth parallel and he was a Korean guard. Just... staring. Silent. Unmoving. There was the massive gun dangling off of his side, probably there for intimidation. It was working. Al wasn't a pansy about guns (his dad was an NRA member, guns were a part of life, no biggie), but this was one of those ones that just implied death and pieces of flesh exploding. In the back of his mind where all of the logic hid away from the rest of the world, a voice pointed out the fact that they could have been dead already. Why would they put the kids together in groups? Why would they give the door a slit to peer through in the first place? It was all intimidation. Al, unfortunately, didn't really hear this voice for a while; instead, his simmering anger took over and he started to boil over, just a bit. "Hello? No answer? Awesome, fuck you." Al smacked his head against the door, leaving it there, and tried to calm down. No good. Time to punch things. By things, I mean the massively thick door right in front of Al. The pain and split skin on his knuckles helped bring Al back down in an oddly masochistic way. Hey, punching things just helped.
Al turned around with a sigh. Emerson had said something about psionic blasts (because Al knew what a big word like psionic meant) as well as something about killing people. "I don't think we want to kill anyone. Not exactly very... heroic." He closed his eyes, leaned back his head, crossed his arms, and sighed again; a little bit of blood dropped onto his elbow from his knuckles. After a few seconds, Al opened his eyes and saw Loli... flailing. Or something like it. Before Al could ask what was up, Loli clapped. Okaaaay. And then he clapped a lion's roar. OH. Duh. His power. That made sense. Okay. He was trying to say something, obviously, and Al could only kind of get that he could warp sounds. He chose to take on the role of Captain Obvious. "So, you... mess with sound? Okay. Huh. And, psionic blasts?..." Al paused. "What are those, exactly? Because maybe we can combine and get the hell out of here. I'm the reason for the scary darkness, in case you didn't notice earlier."
Al was going to get out of here. He was not twelve anymore. He was not going to stay locked up for two year and become scarred and a freak and cut off and no. No.Hell to the no. He was seven-goddamn-teen (eighteen in about a month). This was not happening again. Al probably wouldn't be able to come up with any kind of a plan past "blast our way out of this room and flee under the darkness cover," but hey, at least he could get that far. He wasn't a brains guy, he knew that. He was the muscle. He was the strong guy. He was fueled by motivation to see his boyfriend and tell him to stop being so silly and by the fact that this had already happened once in his life. It was not going to have the same results.
No, it most certainly was not.
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Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 22, 2012 13:42:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]it seems like i'm always on my own WORDS : who knows // OUTFIT : CLICK // TAGGED : lolita & albert
Thoughts rolled through her pounding mind like cars on a train, thought after thought after thought. She had no control over what she was thinking, now. As she now was in full panic mode, most of her thoughts involved being brutally murdered by some creep. She also had thoughts about her friends, though, she didn't have many that were close enough to shed tears at a funeral where Em's body was missing.
She steeled herself against those thoughts, then, willing them to go. away. Even if she was tortured by some variety of painful weapons, she had a defensive device all on her own. A pretty fool-proof one, might I add. If only she could control it. Then that guard would already be dead.
She was snapped out of her pounding head with the deaf boy, Loli, flailed like he was vying for the other two's attention. Curiously, Em listened while the boy clapped once. Huh. Nothing out of the ordinary there, right? The second clap echoed through the cell, then, and, for a second, the girl thought she was going 'round the bend. Instead of the previous clapping sound that his hands emitted, a lion roar replaced it. Her first thought was that she had been driven mad by the continuing pounding that was going on in her head, but then she saw the expression on the boy's face. He looked as expectant, as if he was trying to tell them something. That's when Em put the pieces together.
Her chocolate brown eyes flashed quickly to Al, eyebrows furrowing in the hint of a frown. Scary darkness, huh? Well, then, he must control the shadows, or something of the sort. Darkness had never really frightened Em, though complete blackness unnerved her slightly when she didn't know what the hell was going on, like earlier.
"The blasts overload people's minds. I don't have complete control over it yet, but I can cause extreme pain, unconsciousness, or death, which you have already ruled out. My power couldn't break us out of here, but I could take care of that guard." She was talking quickly, obviously nervous. Give her a break, though, who would be completely calm in this situation?
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Post by PRINCIPAL GREEDYGUTS on Apr 28, 2012 17:28:57 GMT -5
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It's coming up on a month now but you've lost track of the days. Your only way of knowing what day it is is that they have brought you water and bread every morning for the past three weeks. Carefully you've started working your way out, using a mixture Lolita's sound manipulation and Emerson's psionic blasts to break away at the stone. Finally you get yourselves free with the guard unconscious, and as you start weaving your way out through stone tunnels a parade of American Army members meets you to take you home. You and the other two members of your room are air lifted to Castles where your family is waiting for you, and you spend a week in the hospital to get you back to your normal health. The school has provided therapists that all of you attend twice a week and for the first two weeks after your hospital visit you're allowed to go back and forth between Grace Island and Castles to see your families. Take it easy now.
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