A co-op with RoxSoxKH

hedidallthework

 

 

 

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Introduction:

We.... are mutants.

Locked away in prisons from the moment we're born... to the moment we die.

A cruel and unusual punishment... for a crime we never commited.

We don't know our families... no, we were ripped away from them before we could even open our eyes.

But still; our padded, locked cells are the only life we know... where we use our powers... and ridiculed even more for it.

What makes a mutant?

Well... see...

As the family tree descends... the bloodline slowly starts to degrade... and the very DNA that makes up our bodies deteriorate... it becomes infected, or it turns in and on itself.

The final result? A really screwy human... we end up with access to strange powers... each specific to each human. How this happens? we really don't know... no one does.

All we know... is that this life of torment needs to end.

NOW.

 

 

 

Rules:

 

1. You must write at least 1 paragraph. If you do not feel you can do that, do not join.

2. No Godmodding. Your characters are not invincible.

3. Please be descriptive in your character bio as well as your posts.

4. No killing off characters without permission.

5. PLOT. Not randomness.

6. One character per person

7. Keep it PG-13

8. Originality. (PLEASE NO CLICHES OR MARY SUES D: )

9. Proper grammar.

10. Got a question? Ask in the OOC/Sign Up thread.

 

Objectives:

1st: Break out of Prison.

 

Characters:

Kaleb/Gizelita

Candle/Ventus

Tara/Amber

Zero/Rosie

Dahlia/Hinako_U.

RoxSoxKH.

Baylaust/Pat

Axel1730

SoraKing

Tricia-Chan

((OOC: Okay everyone, we're going to start with an introductory paragraph for our characters... telling the readers where they are... etc. All in italics, to indicate thought or documentary.))

 

In the very center of his cell... he had a chair, didn't ever look like it could be comfortable... but thats where he remained all day. On that chair... with a book in his hands. I only on occassion could catch a glimpse of the title... but when I did, all I made out was: "Poetry".

 

Is this all they had to do with their time? I guess... we only give them a little freedom.

By little... I mean none at all.

For in that padded, dim litted cell...

sits the Puppeteer.

What is sight? One of the five senses that most humans have. Was it really that important in the end? Was it worth trying to work for? A girl sat silently in a cell. Not that she could tell what it was. Her eyes were guarded. Unable to see the light or anything close to it. She knew why. The girl was a mutant. The way they had explained these 'things' made her expect to be some sort of monster. She wanted to regain the ability to see. Yet one doubt was hidden in the back of her mind. Was it all really worth it? Of course it was. She felt her skin. It was rough. It was thick. What did it really look like though? She shook her head. Candle didn't need to think of this now. Candle already did today. Sighing, "...At least I can hear my own voice." The younger girl backed up until she felt the wall. Without sight, that only made her ears more sensitive to sound. Maybe if she could hear something...

No. That wouldn't work. It would never work. It didn't matter about what she wanted it to be. It wouldn't happen anyway. Freedom. F-R-E-E-D-O-M. She could only spell it out blankly in the back of her mind. No letters. No visions. Nothing. That's just what seemed to happen to her. Oh how she wished to see these fingers that she had. Candle wanted to see this light she had been able to control all of her life. It didn't matter anymore, because in the end, she would never escape anyway.

Sitting in that corner by her self was the only thing she would ever be able to accomplish.

Takun is sitting in his cell, staring at the wall. Plip plip plip. The sound of rain hits the roof. He was segregated from the rest of the inmates for an "accident" that occurred two months ago, when he lost his temper. The cell he had previously accommodated had a huge hole in the wall, a result from a blast. Of course the warden ordered it to be patched up as soon as he found out what happened. The person who aggravated Takun is still recovering from broken bones and nerve damage. The warden had Takun immediately sent to a cell on the top level of the prison, a level where no other inmates are located. He has nothing to do but sit...and be alone. But this is what he always wanted. To be alone. I'm getting out of here, no matter what.

Pat woke up at 8:00 a.m. every day of his life, and today was no exception. Yawning, he looked around his padded cell. Another day.... another boring, uneventless 24 hours with no one to talk to. He walked around with nothing to do. No food, no water... nothing was given to him yet. I bet the other people in this place at least have cool powers. Things like.... controlling fire, reading minds, teleporting.... what can I do with being able to control time for a couple of minutes? I wish there was someone to talk to.... not that anyone here would be in the mood for talking.

 

Pat sat at the corner of his cell, just staring at the ceiling. Maybe one day, he would see the light of day, meet new people, do something meaningful with his life... but not today.

It was cold. But she was use to it. She herself was naturally cold.

But she didn't like this place. This cell she lived in her entire life.

Everyone was metal. Cold, hard.

That's all she ever knew.

She never understood why they had to lock her up.

Her power wasn't that dangerous was it?

So what if she could make it drizzle or create thick fog? It wasn't that dangerous... was it?

The dark haired girl sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest, staring at the floor.

Dahlia would never really know the true extent of powers. No sun, no rain, no wind... she didn't experience anything like that in her lonely cell.

She wished that they would just let her go.

But she was also afraid.

What would it be like outside her cell?

In the outside world.

She feared it. She was afraid to leave but she was afraid to stay.

She was afraid of what she couldn't see.

Afraid of what was always kept from her.

But she longed for it still.

Why did they lock us away? she asked herself for the millionth time.

Of course... she'll never get the answer.

None of them would.

Dahlia wiped the tear that had fell down her cheek, the tear feeling almost burning hot against her icy skin.

She lowered her head and tried to make herself warm. She had done it before.

She just needed some warmth. Some comfort.

She didn't want to be afraid.

(( Let's see if I can do this... ._.' ))

 

DATE: July 20, 2010

TIME: 16:45

 

SUBJECT: Jalo Valinta

POWER: Technology Manipulation

 

After careful and hazardous research, we have finally settled the subject in a secure cell. The cell is free of any electronics. The subject has been separated from any kind of electronic device by approximately ten meters. No security cameras, but we use watchmen.

 

Keep an eye on the subject. Do not bring any sort of technology within ten meters of the subject.

 

So far, the subject has been inactive. The subject either reads, sleeps, or simply sit for a long amount of time. No words have been heard from it.

 

We will continue to run tests on her powers by taking blood samples.

 

(( ... ._.' Is this good enough...? ))

They can't keep me in here...I won't let them. I'll get out of here, and be free!! Yes, all I have to do is break this wall and i'm out.

I heard those guards talking, they can't fool me!!! I'll be free and lead a normal life and get revenge on him...yes he'll suffer, just like I have for so many years...

 

She pounded and pounded against the padded prison that held her captive.She cried out in frustration, as they entered the room and cut on the lights.

She knew what was too happen next. It was that time again...She struggled as they bounded her to the chair, while I sedated her.

While they took the blood samples, I looked around the room. I noticed drawings, usually ones drawn by small children. I smirked, thinking what a foolish girl holding on too childish memories.

As I stepped towards the portraits, I felt the crunch of paper beneath my boots. I lifted my foot to find something quite surprising, a girl being engulfed in a shadow. How sad I thought, what pathetic beings these creatures...these....mutants really are.

As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but turn back around to that disgusting thing. She lay there in a daze, seemed to be engulfed in her thoughts. She began to weep, as she fell onto the floor and curled herself up into a ball as i departed. Pathetic things, but that is the fate of a mutant...

Her cold red eyes were widely opened staring at the nothingness, she was sitting on a corner of her room, again forgetting to make use of the chair they left there for her, her turbulent thoughts wouldn't calm down no matter what she did. Her hands were strongly tied and always covered with white gloves. Kaleb never saw the light of the day or the stars at night, everything was unknown to her. All she was allowed to do was sit on her cell thinking, she was never allowed to touch anything or anyone, she never knew how to use her powers properly.

The girl could remember the day when she first used it, for the first time she had decided to take off her gloves that day, slowly she touched the wall near her feeling the cold metal, when returning to her corner Kaleb slip on a piece of cloth she used to warm herself on the cold days and felt on the hard floor, at the same time the place where she had touched previously exploded leaving a hole on the wall. Security fastly removed her from that cell and tied her hands permanently, since that day Kaleb never felt anything else.

I have to get out of here, I can't take it anymore. the girl thought while sitting on that same corner trying to find a way to have a better life.

 

(I'm happy I got signal on time.)

There it was again. The hum of voices, buzzing away inside his head. Sometimes he could make it stop, or less audible- like bad static on a radio. It was preferable to hearing the voices. The guards became well aware of when they had placed too many people in the boy's proximity, when he started trying to drown their thoughts out by himself. There was only one way to do such a thing, and it only worked at best for a few, blissful seconds.

 

He screamed. On and on and on, until his throat was raw, thrashing around inside the padded cell. It was sometimes enough to overcome the noise inside his mind, just for those few precious seconds of peace. The guard didn't take to his constant screaming, however, and lessened their numbers around that one cell. A smaller group caused less trouble for the boy; it seemed the closer the thoughts, the more they bothered him.

 

Heavy sedation, three times a day, if not more. He never tried to resist, lazily allowing them to inject him. He'd lashed out once, but the rest of the time got under the guard's skins, talking to their thoughts. In fact, he was never quiet when he knew someone was close to his cell. Cameras recording footage of his cell managed to uncover that when he knew no one was around, he often seemed to be yelling at thin air, snapping and fighting imaginary opponents...

 

He had no real name. The one he had been given had been lost, along with, from what they could tell, a good deal of his sense of self. One thing was for sure; his cell was never silent.

(I lahve you all... some of the most High quality RP I have ever seen 8D -claps hands- you all rawk! >:])]

 

 

It was lunchtime, and the guard carefully stepped foot in the room by tapping the keycode.

4, 12, 19, 97.... He held the bright aluminum tray with shaking hands... this was his first time taking care of this subject. He was wearing a silver hazmat jump suit, and the powerful lights in the room just bounced off it, instead of shining against him and casting a shadow.

He inched closer and closer to the locked cell door, which he was not looking foward to entering...

Finally... he got there, he looked back... it wasn't even ten feet from where he started... was he really that hesitant?

 

 

Inside the locked door... in the center of the room.... sat Aaron, every guard had heard of him... and approached him with the most caution, experience or skill meant nothing if you made one small mistake.

He heard the guard coming, and he hopped off his stool... waiting for the new comer to enter.

The jingle of the keys... the creak off the door opening...

there he stood, in the most ridiculous getup... that reflective suit always made Aaron want to bust out in laughter, but in order to maintain his facade, he never could let out the slightest giggle.

The guard motioned for Aaron to come foward, and he held out the platter with the food.

"He-her-here you go..." the guard said, scared out of his wits.

 

Aaron let out a smile....

 

Game time.

Pat was lying on the floor of his cell, and it was 11:30 a.m. Wake up: check. Walk around aimlessly: check. Toss ball around: check. Lunchtime: in 3...2...1... The door opened, and a guard tossed a tray at Pat before slamming the door again. Pat had never struggled with anyone before, so he would (supposedly) get slightly better lunches than most others. Pat looked at the meal before him: a slice of bread, a mint, and a glass of water.... that was cloudy. Well, at least they had the decency of giving me the bread today. It took Pat a good minute to finish his lunch. He sat in his cell, just like he would every day, in the same spot he always would, wishing that by some stroke of luck, today would be the day he could see the outside world.

(( ... Really...? :'D I was worried that I was going to screw it up somehow. Coolio. ))

 

The female warden had approached the cell, she drew out an iron key from her pocket and entered it in the keyhole. As she turned it, she pulled open the iron bar door. Still carrying a tray of - what? - slop, the warden entered the cell and faced the figure on the bed. Jalo Valinta. She was one of the few that never struggled. According to her files, the last time that they had to sedate her was when she was seven. The warden rarely ever saw her as an abominable creature, but nevertheless, she couldn't show any kind of companionship to the subject.

"Here's your breakfast," she said as she sat the tray on the bed next to Jalo. The girl didn't reply or show any sign that she would. Instead, she sat there, motionless, staring at the ground. After several minutes of silence, the warden sighed, "If you don't eat your food, I'll have to take it back, alright?"

Suddenly, she paused as a familiar tone came from her pocket. The warden looked down as she she reached into her pocket. Oh, she had a call.

As she turned her back to answer, Jalo looked up at her....

Takun gets up from his bed, where he has been sitting for hours. He takes a quick stretch, and then walks to the bars of his cell and says, "I want to have my free time now." His guard nods, and opens his cell. Takun makes a quick right and precedes to the prison elevator. The guard follows, with his gun pointed directly to the back of Takun's head, just in case he tries something funny. Takun presses the button on the wall, and it lights up yellow. 5. The elevator door opens, and Takun steps in, followed by the guard. The guard types in a code, and the elevator goes down. Takun makes a quick grin, but then changes his expression back to being bored. 4, 3, 2. The door opens, and Takun takes a quick step out of the elevator, but the guard is still in it. 1. The elevator shoots up suddenly, and Takun smiles as he hears an explosion. He walks into the cafeteria like nothing just happened.

Dahlia heard the cell door open, and lifted her head to see a female guard, with her tray of food. The woman was unfamiliar to her. It had always been the same cold male guard to bring her food.

"Uhh, here's your food," the woman said, avoiding contact with the young girl. She set it down.

Dahlia slowly rose from her spot, towards the woman and her tray of food. She sat down and started eating slowly.

The guard looked down at Dahlia, wondering why they would lock her up. The girl looked small, meek, and innocent. Unthreatening.

But she had to do her job and asking questions wasn't part of it.

"What's... what's your name?" Dahlia suddenly.

"I-It's none of your buisness," the woman snapped.

"Mine's Dahlia, if you care to know."

Dahlia continued to eat as the guard just looked at her.

 

(BTW you guys don't escape just yet! )

A man sighed. This girl was so quiet. So afraid of him. All the time he had to give her a meal. Sometimes she would stuff it in her mouth eagerly. Other times she wouldn't even eat it at all. It confused him, it intrigued him. He wondered what it would be like in her position. The man stopped thinking about it. It wouldn't hurt him as much that way. Laughing away in his head, he thought, It's not like I'm ever going to be in her position anyway. I'm no monster.

 

The door clicked. He opened it up and left it ajar, as he knew that she wouldn't try anything. The food wasn't the best around, some bread and some sort of... thing. He wouldn't be eating that. Too bad she had to consume it. What did she call herself again? Ahh, Candle. The name was odd to him. Who in their right mind would call themselves Candle? Then again she probably wasn't really right in the head at all...

 

He placed it down by her.

 

She had heard him coming in. It was usual. This time of day, he would always come inside. Minding his own business, just doing the job he happened to be assigned. She knew. She was interested. What did he even look like? Not that she would ever see his face alive. A breathing human... how interesting.

 

Today was that day. She stuffed the first thing she could find in her face crudely. It was bland, tasteless. Not that she minded. Candle was starving. Did it really matter what she was eating anyway? That would be all she was ever going to get. The girl had gotten used to is by now. "Hey..."

Before the door to his cell had even opened properly, Zero sprung to his feet, waving sarcastically at the guard who entered with... God, these lunches were getting worse. It didn't even look like food any more. They had always been disgusting, and he hadn't eaten all of anything they'd given him for about five years now. But, this stuff...! It didn't even count as sludge. It was as though, not content with being either a solid or a liquid, it had decided to take on a life of it's own, a congealed pile of slop on the tray.

 

"Oh, you. You passed by yesterday, didn't you? Really not much going on in your head. Still isn't now, other than you're--" Zero started chatting away, either ignoring or just being completely oblivious to the guard's warning glare. The tray was thrown to the floor with an audible clatter, cutting off Zero mid-sentence. He darted forwards across the small space of the cell, and the guard raised a hand, as though in warning.

 

Seeing the telltale glint of the sedative syringe, Zero scowled, stooping to pick up the tray. "Great lunch today, then. Puke with a side order of drugs..." The blond boy stared down at the tray in his hands for a long moment, then suddenly shoved it at the guard's face.

"I think I'll pass on lunch," he added, perfectly calm.

 

(Oh, Zero isn't escaping just yet, don't worry. xDD This is probably normal behaviour for him on a GOOD day.)

Takun enters the prison cafeteria, and heads towards the area with the trays (He has to go into the cafeteria because the guards refused to bring lunch to him). He grabs the tray, and heads towards the line. The tray was warm, and Takun could see wet spots on it. When he reached the lunch line, a heavyset lady was behind the counter to greet him. He just places his tray on the counter, and she slops a ladle-full portion of chili onto his plate. He gives her a quick glance, and then grabs his tray and searches for a table where he could sit alone. He finds a table over by the left corner of the cafeteria, and sits down there.

(( I'm not. :'D Just planning it. >.> ))

 

"Hello? .... Yes. .... I'm feeding the prisoner right now. .... Valinta. Why?" As soon as the head told the warden what the subject specialized in, she looked back at Jalo. The girl merely stared at her with blank eyes. Such a poker face made it impossible for her to be read. "What?" the warden demanded.

Jalo looked back down, but surprisingly, she murmured, "Nothing. I'm just surprised that there's a signal down here."

It was silent for several minutes.

After so long, the woman questioned, "Are you going to eat, or no?" When Jalo had not responded, the warden picked the tray and left the cell. After locking it up, the warden left the creature alone.

Aaron had never seen this guard before, so he knew he had to be new. And thus... perfectly unaware of rule number one.

"Never let the subject get close to you,."

Aaron approached him, and reached his hand out as if to grab the platter... but instead, grabbed the fork off the dish and in a flash thrust into the guards arm, impaling both the suit and the flesh beneath.

The guard let out a pained yell as Aaron brought the fork out and tore the reflective suit of his arm.

Aaron smiled... step one was complete.

He shoulder rushed the newb out of the cell, and immediately, with both the suit partially torn off, and Aaron wearing no suit at all... they both were casting a shadow.

Aaron thrust his hand foward towards the guards shadow...

 

 

The Guard was phased, it had all happened so fast... and now, there he stood... blood trickling down his forearm and dripping onto the floor below.

Then he felt it... involuntarily, his arms rose... and legs splayed... and his head aimed towards the ceiling...

"Now so long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. You're going to tell me the key code... then you're going to sound the alarm... and tell everyone to send everything they have at me..." Aaron said, much more sinister then before.

The guard nodded... "ye-yea-yes sir." He moaned, wanting to actually be in control of his limbs again.

 

Aaron let him go, and the guard did what he was supposed to.

On the comm, the guard practically screamed:

"Alll Authorites! We have a mutant ESCAPE! REPORT TO THE PUPETEERS ROOM NOW!"

Aaron pushed the door open...

and head on to his freedom.

Dahlia didn't even finish eating. The trash they served them was disgusting. She felt as if she would puke if she took another bite.

She pushed the tray away and crawled back to her corner, hugging herself.

The guard looked at the tray. She had barely taken 3 bites.

"Hey come on, why don't you finish eating?"

Dahlia shook her head.

The woman frowned. She picked up the tray and walked towards Dahlia.

With each step, it seemed as if it got colder.

What is it that this girl can do again?, the guard thought to herself, continuing to walk.

Dahlia pressed back against the wall of her cell.

"I don't want to eat," she said.

Suddenly the guard was freezing. The cell was in sub zero temperature and she felt her lips get chapped and loosing feeling in her fingers.

She stepped back, suprised.

Weather and climate control, she remembered.

The guard turned around, and walked out of the cell, leaving Dahlia alone.

She heard some of the guards yelling but blocked it out.

Just as Takun finishes his chili, he hears a siren go off. A voice on the loudspeaker is heard clear as crystal. "A MUTANT IS ATTEMPTING ESCAPE. ALL PERSONAL ON PURSUIT NOW. INITIATE LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE". Takun smiles when he hears this. So somebody decided to break out before I did. Good job. A group of guards rush into the cafeteria and yell, "YOU HEARD THE MESSAGE, LOCK DOWN. GET BACK IN YOUR CELLS NOW." The inmates start to head out, and Takun walks out of the cafeteria also, and walks into a restroom down the hall. He opens a stall, and closes the door behind him, and sits on the toilet seat. He closes his eyes and begins to concentrate intensely.

Aaron pretty much broke every bone of every guard that was in his way... nothing stopped him, cause nothing could.

"Oh c'mon! At least make this challenging!" He said, mostly to himself...

he turned the corner and was welcomed by about twenty guards in a row.

"Heh... careful what you wish for!" he said, joking... he snapped his fingers... and two of the grunts were launched into the ceiling, followed by two into the walls. Four down, sixteen to go.

He charged foward... and summoned the shadows cast by their guns to him... and they were ripped from the guards hands. He grabbed one of them in mid air, and shot a flurry of bullets in all directions... taking down at least five or more.

He landed on his right foot, and kicked one with his left, he ducked a blow, and thrust the stock of the gun into his groin, followed by slamming both fists into the back of his head.

 

Soon enough, all of them were down and out.

"All Authorites! We have a mutant ESCAPE! REPORT TO THE PUPETEERS ROOM NOW!"

 

Pat rose up from lying down, stunned from what he just heard. He couldn't believe that someone was actually trying to escape. Then Pat began to put his intellect to work. If one mutant is escaping, the guards will be making sure that the others aren't as well. That means that they'll be put back in their cells, and anyone that wasn't already out, will have their cell checked.... Pat saw his golden oppourtunity. The chance he had been waiting for for a lifetime.

 

A guard opened Pat's door to see if he was still there, and Pat snapped his fingers. The guard completely stopped: not moving, blinking, breathing, but still alive. He was completely frozen in time. Pat carefully moved him out of the way of the door, and patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, man." Patrick casually walked out of his cell.

Zero burst out into near-hysterical laughter as the guard tried to wipe the sludge that had been Zero's dinner off his face. Not particularly successful, but having managed to scrape the gunk away from his eyes, the guard lunged at the skinny teen, not a hard thing to do considering there was only two foot's space between them. Bellowing, he only grew more furious when Zero dodged out of his grasp, hopping back across the width of the cell. And the boy was still laughing.

 

The sound of the guard's yelling was enough to alert another two, who rushed into the cell without even thinking of stopping to assess the situation. Zero ducked under one's attempt to grab him, kicking out as he moved and feeling satisfied when he heard a low grunt, confirming his foot had met its mark. Skirting around the original guard, he turned, ready to lash out at the last- but he wasn't there. A rough hand caught the back of his shirt, tugging him backwards, and nearly making him lose his balance.

 

They dragged him, kicking and screaming and laughing his head off, down to the floor, where they made sure to forcibly restrain his arms before jabbing the syringe a little too roughly into the crook of his elbow. Past hysterical by that point, Zero continued to struggle, even as the sedative rushed into his bloodstream. Those struggles grew weaker and weaker as it started to take effect, until the guards knew for sure he had passed out.

 

The distress call for them came, and without a word or a glance between them they abandoned Zero in the cell, slamming the door hard behind them as they left. Sprawled flat against the floor, Zero made a weak noise in the back of his throat.

Aaron ran down the halls... a majority of the guards taken care of.

Bolting as fast as his legs could carry him, he approached the next floors door... only a few more to go and he'll be home free.

But... as he nears closer... he sees a single, female guard.

"Oh, hello!" he says, wondering why she hadnt been in the flurry of guards he dispatched previously...

"Explain to me why I havnt kicked your ass yet?"