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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 14:24:45 GMT -10
~Yenta~
Actually...now that he was getting a better view of her...
This girl didn't seem much like a "milady" at all. But not exactly in a /bad/ way...
In fact, out of anyone he had seen over the past six months, this girl was the one who most looked like she had it made.
"I see, so there are more civilized members of this rabble. I'll have to take mental note."
However, as he said this, Yenta still refrained from actually answering her question. But it was something he felt like he wouldn't be able to do, even if he wanted to. Why exactly was he down here?
As he pondered it, he went to go pick up his iPod, thanking the Heavens he had sense enough to put a thick plastic case on it, saving the screen from being ruined. Next for the band sack. As he hefted it back onto his shoulder, he finally faced the girl once more.
"The name's Yenta. Just Yenta, nothing else. And you would be...?"
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 23, 2013 14:34:11 GMT -10
The young man merely stayed where he was placed, his eyes closed and his body rigid, his mind in the state of being dismantled and shattered, a fragile glass that was being protected by the crystal powers of light that he had encompassed in that body of his. As time slowly passed by, he slowly recovered from whatever that had assaulted his mind, and woke up to reality some time later, though his vision was blurred by the fact that Jay is now standing not too far from him, and the youth Yenta is now talking to air.
Talking to air? Perhaps to an invisible someone? The only other invisible someone was a girl named Kristina, who prefer to be named Kris, though her invisibility was unlike that of Kyosuke's, which she uses a chameleon-like ability instead to blend.
But his body has recovered from that dream-like state, and from it he slowly stood up, his eyes locking onto the youth. Hopefully Jay can get the situation under control. He really sucked at dealing with flames and trolls.
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After her recovery from the ordeal earlier, the frail Trish slowly wandered the depths of the darkness, wandering along sewer tunnels. She does not know where to go, what to do. Her plans were ruined the moment she broke out from the dark and restraining prison.
Wandering from tunnels to tunnels, she wondered how long has she walked, how far has she moved. She only knows that the Aristocrats were probably after her tail, so the surface world would be impossible.
Until she came to a pit.
Great, nowhere else to go, she thought. Perhaps she should just head back.
Wait, was that a commotion she hear? There seemed to be voices, noises at the far end of the pit.
Is there someone down here?
"Hello?" she called out to whoever was on the other side.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 14:35:39 GMT -10
Her eyes narrowed a bit at his comment. Who was he to call them rabble? He was enough of a hot mess himself.
Kris crossed her arms in front of her, once more shaking the ever-persistent hair out of her eyes. She really needed to get a bobby pin or something.
"Kris. Just Kris." She deadpanned. He was irritating her for some reason, and small talk wasn't exactly her forte.
She looked around Yenta towards Jay, waiting for her to step in and take charge. It seemed like Kyosuke was out of immediate danger of falling down some dark abyss, which was good at least.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 15:40:10 GMT -10
Jay was a bit disappointed when the foreigner ignored her. That made her blood boil. She longed to punch him. Or electrocute him, the idea occurred to her. No one would blame her for it. He was a pretty imposing sort of person. Talking like he was from the middle ages. Though she supposed that did not make him imposing just stupid. Well, he’d earned it anyway. And besides, she hadn’t used her abilities in the recent past. Kris’ look towards her was what really got her attention. At least she had earned enough respect that this girl, who Jay held in relatively high esteem (landing somewhere along the line after Kevin), trusted her to take care of the weird guy. She stepped forward quickly, gathering some electricity to her fingertips. Jay reached up to the back of his neck. She could reach it and figured that was a more effective way to knock him out than his arm. Jay channeled enough electricity through her fingers to knock him out for at least seven minutes. It was not an exact science. It really was a bit of a guessing game. She supposed it was a good thing she had a relatively decent sense of intuition. Jay quickly stepped back, realizing that the electrocuted boy would probably fall down. Provided her powers worked. She chided herself, of course they worked. It was not like running water during a drought, no it was relatively reliable. At least, up until now. Either way, she was getting out of the way. If he remained conscious, then he would not be able to swing around and whack her with that bag; if he fell unconscious, well, then he wouldn’t smash her with his excessive height. And just as she had done that. She heard another voice. What- were they hosting a party or something? Honestly, with all these people showing up, it would be a fair assumption to call it a hot spot. That was irritating. Hopefully, it was not attractive enough that the authorities came to call. Jay turned to look for the source, but could not see far enough across the pit. Fantastic. Jay debated just shooing the voice. That would take care of it. What flew out of her mouth was, “What do /you/ want?!” Well, maybe that was not the best thing to say, but she was hardly in the mood for another fight. Unless it was a lost kid. Of course, the tall, annoying one had been a kid (roundabouts Kyosuke’s age if she heard correctly), so that was not exactly a reliable source for a sense of good or bad. If it was a kid though, a lost one, then there might not be a fight. Although, if it were a kid, then there was the matter of navigating the pit. Well, Jay was certain there had to be a way around. She had yet to take the initiative to find it herself. But someone probably had. Maybe. There was still Kyosuke too. He was at least standing up now. He looked like he might be knocked over by a slight breeze, but at least he was up. Hardly how unconscious people were supposed to act. What exactly had happened there? She had not seen a thing, just walked in on an odd scene. There had been leg-pulling and questions and attempted tackles and it was a real mess. Jay suggested, her voice lower than the tone used for the stranger across the pit, “If you feel like toppling, I would get away from the edge of the pit. You’re liable to fall in.” She waved an arm, hoping that would be all the prompting he would need to take care of himself. After all, he had stood up, he didn’t need her fretting about him in this moment.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 23, 2013 16:09:49 GMT -10
Hearing a reply, Trisha at least deduced that it was not hostile. Not to her anyway. Drawing upon her stamina, she briefly became a jet of water that surged across the pit, using the water of the sewage to bring herself over to the other side, and forcing grapple points onto the walls. Soon, her watery form came upon the girl whom had replied to her, returning to her physical form and shaking her hand, only to be jolted by recessive electrical force. Paralyzed for a while, Trish collapsed at the side, her legs shaking madly at the electrical force. That is, until her eyes caught that of Kyosuke.
Wait.
"Kyosuke!?!" she yelled in surprise, astonished to see the man whom she had relied and depended on for years, so simply show up beaten, or weakened.
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Startled, Kyosuke's eyes turned towards the newer girl who just showed up in a splash of water, electrocuting a short while later, and suddenly calls to him as if she knows him.
Has he seen her before?
"Do I know you?" he blurted out, unaware of what had happened now. The effect from Yenta's powers were still having a grip on him.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 16:34:52 GMT -10
Jay gasped. Holy cow! She yells to someone across the way and a huge jet of water coming shooting in her direction. But the water stopped short of hitting her. And it turned into a girl! And shook her hand! That was unexpected. Jay swallowed her fear. Then the girl shook, as if she had been electrocuted. That was peculiar. Jay did not recall trying to electrocute her. Sure, she had been a bit surprised, but she had a bit more of a grip on herself than that. Jay looked at her hand, as if it held the answer to that question. It did not. Maybe it was the whole water thing. Water did conduct electricity. So maybe water girl did as well. That at least settled that matter within her head. Her powers were not wildly out of control. The girl was just weak to electricity. Like a Pokemon or something. Jay stared, not sure what to do. She now had two electrocuted people, although the girl appeared to be somewhat conscious. The girl recovered quickly, suddenly yelling Kyosuke’s name. That was even more unexpected. Maybe the girl’s power was surprises, not water. Or whatever exactly it was she had done. Jay huffed, resisting the urge to smack Kyosuke, “The ONE PERSON who knows you and you act like that. You idiot!” At least the girl knew him. Jay interrupted, before some sort of reunion started, “Listen. I would love to foster a relationship right now. Fix this one’s amnesia.” She jerked her head in Kyosuke’s direction, continuing, “But I have that ginger to deal with. So you’ll have to tag along. Unless you’re here for trouble, in which case I will be tempted to knock you out properly.” She turned her gaze on Kyosuke, “Let’s go. You’ll have to help me carry the brick.” Jay turned, but did not put her back to the water girl just yet. She did not have that much faith. Enough to talk to her, yes. Enough to be completely vulnerable, no. Although, she doubted the girl would try to touch her, let alone attack her after the way mere contact had affected her.
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 23, 2013 16:59:05 GMT -10
Sydney listened to the little punk sass her right back, and she both found herself more comfortable, as the girl wasn't really threatening them or teasing. Just being rude, a natural response to Sydney brusque words. Well, Sydney's patience had long past worn thin, and she wasn't going to be puppies and rainbows. But she didn't engage. Somehow she held back. She felt Luke's hand on her shoulder, felt his urging. He wanted to leave it alone. Cam was tired, and Sydney knew that she couldn't push it anymore. She sighed, a headache coming on, but nodded with Luke's words, letting him nudge her forward, past the weird girl, with tight lips. Her eyes held anger towards this rat, the lapdog, but she felt quite proud of herself for keeping her temper in check.
They walked on, and Sydney's shoulders were tensed, but she was distracted by something puzzling. "You know her, or something?" she asked curiously, looking up at Luke as he pressed them on. "Maybe I'm bluffing, but I swear she was staring you down. I mean, more so than us." she clarified, looking down at Cam, when she felt his eyes on her. He looked stunned, a bit confused, a bit impressed. "What's the look for, short stuff?" she asked him, sticking her tongue out.
"Oh, sorry. I just...I thought you were gonna get really mad. That's something you would do. Are you sure you're okay?" he explained, raising his brows questioningly. Sydney frowned, wondering if she was really so rash. Okay. She was. Still, he could tone down the amazement. She nodded, insisting she was fine, and now the kid looked to Luke. "Then Luke just like, created a miracle." he joked, smiling mischievously, and Sydney huffed.
"A real comedian, aren't you?" she snorted, feeling Cam's teasing loosen the knot in her stomach. She didn't think he was using any calming powers on her, but just getting away from that girl made her relax. Something about her, not just the treachery that she'd committed, was unsettling. Sydney made a mental note of it for later, but filed away the problem. They returned to the table they'd been at, now one less person. Wonder if Trish was okay. She sat down tiredly, nose curling at her food, which now was a bit damp. Well, she didn't feel too hungry anyway. Cam's food had been spared for the most part, and he nibbled at the ham. Rubbing her temples, Sydney cracked a smile, watching the little boy. "You got a cowlick, bud." she told him, smoothing his hair with her thumb. She considered herself quite good at this little talent, after tons of fancy dinners with the parents, dealing with her brother's curlier blond hair. It was a beast to tame, truly. Cam's hair was smoother, longer. Maybe cowlicks were a boy thing.
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Cam squirmed in his seat, chowing down on the edible food. He felt extremely lucky that his greens had been lost for a better cause in the fight. "So, that was interesting." he finally stated, sounding older than he looked. Sydney's brow furrowed again, and she resumed rubbing her head. "You're gonna create grooves, Syd. You do that all the time." Cam teased, knowing that she got headachy when she got too frustrated or felt too trapped. She did it a lot. Like the muttering thing, when she was annoyed. She had funny ticks. Cam now looked to Luke, who seemed hungry. "Looks like your food didn't get too soaked. You lost your potatoes though." he commented, nodding to the tray. "That water girl took our drinks though. Trish." he said, flicking the empty cup. "Do you think she's okay? That was really cool, she just escaped like that!" he enthused, eyes getting dreamy. "I wish I could escape." he mumbled, then blushed. "No, I mean, I'm okay and all, I just wonder what it's like." he babbled, not wanting the big kids to think he was being whiny. It was tough, being a kid acting like an adult all the time. All the little kids had to try and be mature now, and Cam understood their weariness. He missed being allowed to just hug his mother, fall asleep safely, or to ride on his father's shoulders. Silly kid stuff.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 18:07:24 GMT -10
Luke quietly thanked the universe. Sydney had simply allowed him to move her forward, without so much as a fight. That was a relief. For a brief moment, he thought Cam had had a hand in it, but one look at the boy rejected that idea. The kid was exhausted as it was, all his childish energy zapped up by the small use of his powers. There was no way he was doing anything to keep Syd in check. Luke shook his head, pulling a face, “Never seen her before. She’s not a friend of Jay’s either.” Luke checked that fact mentally. No, definitely not. He had never even seen her before. At most, he might have passed her in a hallway. He glanced down at her, “But I thought that too. Glad I’m not crazy.” The egotistical part of Luke attributed it to the looks, but the rational part of him sincerely doubted the girl was so shallow. Not that he exactly admired her, but no person with the madness to follow her captors could be shallow. A superficial person would go with the crowd and other teens, not go completely against the grain of logic. Thus, she could not be that superficial. Frustrating and illogical maybe, but not likely appearance-centered. Luke chuckled at Cam, cheeks reddening behind his myriad of freckles. A miracle worker. That was new. He never got involved enough to work miracles. And today had met two new people, gotten in his first fight, and averted a second. Luke was a bit proud of himself. That was a lot of action for him. Interesting. On the bright side, if- no, when- he found Jay again (or perhaps the other way around with her attitude) he would have a lot to tell her. For once, he would have an interesting story outside chess club to tell her. Boy, would she be surprised! She’d probably have a lot more to share. He imagined she was bossing people around. She was good at that sort of stuff. And of course, he did not imagine her captured. He just could not picture that. Besides, she would have not gone far without him, that much he was sure of, so if she were captured, she would be here with him. He would rather not see her and imagine her free than know exactly where she was because of her imprisonment. Luke much preferred the image of her bossing around a band of misfits. Though her bossiness could get annoying at times. Like when she wasn’t in charge. Then she brooded and glowered. Ah! That was what reminded him so much of Jay. Sydney was angry like her! Because she was not in charge. Luke felt as if this was the most significant epiphany in the history of the world. He almost told Sydney and Cam, but decided against it. It would sound silly. And he would feel creepy saying, ‘you remind me of my sister.’ That sounded like something out of a cheesy film. And Luke was not about to borrow dialogue from a stupid movie. He was way better than that. Luke settled back into his seat next to Sydney, glad for an inkling of normalcy. Except for the two sitting with him. Otherwise it was very normal. He examined his food, pondering what was safe to eat. He nodded at Cam, “Thank goodness. I’m starved.” It was a shame about the potatoes though. Luke did love them, but not enough to ignore the water. His mind ached at the thought of the pieces of guard that might be floating on top of his potatoes. Almost enough to make him lose his appetite. But not quite. He picked up a piece of ham ignoring his fork for the time and promptly shoved it in his mouth. Luke was in no mood for table manners. He silently offered his tray towards Sydney, implying she could eat something off it. Her food had been completely lost in the battle. And as hungry as he was, he felt bad that she had nothing to eat. Going up for more was, of course, not an option. Luke had never tried, but he saw a kid get yelled at so much he cried. And the boy was twelve, well past the age of easy tears. Poor kid. Luke pondered the question of water girl, Trish apparently. He did not remember catching her name. But, of course, Cam knew most everyone’s names, maybe they had never learned the name. Well, they knew it now. Not that it was of much use now. She was gone. Luke assured Cam, “She’s probably fine. It’s raining and there’re plenty of kids out there to keep an eye on her.” Unless she took it in her mind to vaporize them too. Although, Luke pretty much discounted that as a possibility. After all, she did not seem like that much of a terrible person. She had just been eager to escape and afraid. He doubted she would normally shrivel a person up like that. For now, he would just have to trust her that far. Again, not that it really mattered. He would not likely be seeing her any time soon. Luke picked up a string of peas, still abandoning the fork. He was not feeling like table manners right now. They seemed out of place with the wet table and disheveled Sydney. Luke shrugged in response to the final comment. Not sure what to say. He had said a lot and was starting to feel a bit like a chatty Cathy. So a shrug was appropriate for the time being. He didn’t know how it was outside anyway. At the moment, wet. And probably a bit distressed if Trish found any of the kids out there. If anything needed to be said to Cam otherwise, he was sure Sydney would find the words.
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 23, 2013 18:33:41 GMT -10
Sydney mulled this over. Luke insisted he didn't know her from any other random kid in here, and she felt inclined to believe him. No benefit for him in lying, was there? She rubbed her neck and paused, confused. "Who's Jay?" she asked, sure she'd never heard the name in here before. Maybe family of his. "Well, just another mystery to pile on top of this whole mess then, isn't it?" she finally said, wishing that some answers would actually show up at any time now. "Oh well. I'm sure it's not the last we'll see of her." she conceded, sure that she'd now notice this girl every time she saw her, just because of the scene before. She looked at Luke questioningly, curious about his somewhat distracted look, but didn't pry. Probably caught up in some thoughts of outside life, assuming ths Jay person was a friend/family member of his who was roaming free.
Sydney grimaced, nose curled at the water that she figured might be contaminated at this point. She'd been unconscious for it, but evidently, some guy had /died/. That girl-Trish- she'd done something, Sydney thought. Not to mention all the blood and spit and sweat that had been flying around earlier. Gross. Raising her eyebrows at Luke when he offered food to her, she decided it was wise to take at least a little, and settle her roiling stomach. She followed his hands-on method, tearing a bit of meat from his tray to work through slowly. Wasn't so terrible. Maybe Cam was right, she just made food unappetizing when she moaned about it. Hmph. Still, she took only the small portion, figuring that he was probably starved and she shouldn't push generosity. "Thanks." she said, now looking to Cam as he wondered about the fate of Trish. She nodded with Luke's statement, realizing that the rain probably /was/ a big help. "Yeah, I'm sure she's fine. Maybe she'll send help soon." she suggested, concern coming to her eyes when he fantasized about escape. "Buck up, kiddo. We'll all get out of here eventually, and then you will know what it's like. Promise." she said firmly, holding out a pinky. Ha, success. His face lightened again, introspective thoughts cleared up and he linked pinkies. Good. Emo child crisis averted. "Don't know about you guys, but I am not really looking forward to any more 'exercise' today." she said, now thinking about the future. "Oh, wait. How much you wanna bet we get pulled for some questioning?" she realized, wiping her mouth with her napkin out of habit, manners that still ghosted her actions. "Should be a barrel of laughs." she said sarcastically, remembering that while the violence had stopped, the guards were going to report them anyway. Bet they grilled them about who Trish was, and where she was going. Like Sydney had any freaking clue.
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Cam rubbed his neck, nodding with Sydney's words. "You think?" he asked, not having anticipated them getting any more trouble from it. Guess he should have, since he was the one who sent them packing. Well, minor detail. Sydney didn't seem to panicked over it. Cam didn't hate the questioning so much, but mainly because he could get a feel for what road they'd go down, and prepare answers that he knew they'd like. Not so hard. His tray now empty of anything resembling food, Cam gave a satisfied burp, earning a wrinkled nose from Sydney that made him laugh. For a super strong mutant freak who was just bleeding, she was such a girl.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 19:05:12 GMT -10
~Deimah~
[D...Damn it...]
Deimah hadn't realized that her fingers were biting into her fist. Or that her fist had been clenched at all, for that matter. Or that the top and bottom tiers of her teeth were so firmly pressed against each other that she couldn't even manage to put out into reality those two words in her mind.
As the three cheerful little kids trolloped past her, anger buzzed annoyingly inside the girl's head.
But /why/?
Her face again the perfect mirror of composure, she unfurled her stinging hand and, through the deadpan of her eyes, examined the bright white little grooves that had formed from where her fingernails had been.
Just when she thought she would be rid of that annoying emotion which had so disabled her before...here it was again. So this wasn't just a problem that could be moved on from. It had to be directly addressed.
As she sought about her memory for an answer to why she was having these odd "hot flashes." Never in her life had she been privy to such swirling bouts of anger. Even her brother's big, stupid face...enough to trigger any little sister who had to put up with such an idiot for a role model...had only given her reason to work harder to surpass him. She was not a petty girl by any means. The comings and goings of other never interested her enough to get caught in the web of it.
The image of the tall blonde boy putting his hand on the blondie girl's shoulder flashed through Deimah's mind. As if in full zoom. And the anger passed over her again.
Wondering if just blatantly refusing to give into it would drive it away, Deimah casually made her way back over to the lunch line.
"Just vegetables, please. No meat."
She picked back up her tray, no kid daring to tell her that she needed to get back to the end of the line...not after what they had seen her do, and smiled brightly at the lady serving the lunch.
"What...are you some kind of vegetarian or something?"
The lady eyed her oddly, as if to say, with a body petite and starved-looking as hers, she could use all the protein she could get. It was a newer worker, obviously. The old employee had memorized Deimah's eating habits to an art.
"That's right."
Still, the girl couldn't comprehend how quickly this Aristocrat was able to get back into the swing of things after so disturbing a display. And she herself was expecting more of a reaction from the adults. The kids, sure enough, had not forgotten her. As she turned back around with her tray of mash-potatoes and peas, wondering where to sit, that much was obvious. She would be welcome no where.
Ah well...it was a causality of her agenda. A heavy one, no doubt. A socially-savy girl like Deimah used to be able to sit wherever she wanted, perfectly adept at blending in amongst the children when it suited her. But now...
Deimah certainly wasn't stupid enough to discredit what peer support could do. But superior support could just do so much more...
[At the meeting. That will settle it.] She would soon know whether the price was worth being paid. If the Aristocrats betrayed her, made her the scapegoat of the failure to contain the girl, then that would be...not fun, to say the least.
[But a challenge is a challenge. And it won't make me back down.]
That was it. That was a bit of the old spirit. She would have to worry about this emotion thing later.
[Maybe I could sit closer to them...]
But what would be the point? She had all she needed to know about her current targets' powers. Super strength and psychic ability. Of course, she was curious as to why the boy hadn't used said pyschic ability on her, but what would she do, go straight over and ask him.
Actually...
But Deimah was once again kept from following what her instincts were telling her to do. If she did go over to them, an obvious unwanted presence, she would only be intruding. And Deimah's goal was not to be hated, even by people whose company she herself rather resented. Additionally, it would probably serve only to bring back the emotions, not give her any chance to settle them.
So for the meantime, it seemed as if the girl would be dining alone. Well, that was fine. She had been alone most of her life, anyways. A few more minutes made no difference. And this way...she could ponder. Ponder all the many developments. And prepare for her interview.
Sitting somewhat close but not too close to be seen as purposefully hanging around the group, Deimah situated herself at one of the few empty tables and children began to go about their normal activities once again.
Really, though...that psychic boy's powers were impressive. To make everyone this willing to forget the monstrosity. Deimah herself doubted she ever could. For her, every day monotony could no longer exist. She had been changed. And she wasn't so sure whether she appreciated that fact or not.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 19:43:08 GMT -10
Luke mumbled, “Oh.” He had forgotten they wouldn’t know Jay. He felt like everyone knew Jay, so it was weird to think they didn’t. Though he had just been thinking of her an how he would not say anything about her because it would be weird. He explained, “Jay’s my twin sister. We’re close.” He instantly regretted that last sentence. Of course, they were close. They were twins! Then again, not all twins were quite as close as Jay and he. But still, adding that sounded silly. As if he were some sort of kid stating the obvious. Luke picked up another string of peas, they actually were not that terrible. He liked peas quite a lot though, so it would take a lot to ruin them for him. Luke liked a lot of food so much it was hard to ruin. Except for celery. Which was nasty. Even when he tried to cover his celery with peanut butter (which was close to ambrosia in his opinion), it was still disgusting. Luke nodded, “Probably not.” Either they would get out and run into her, or she would be breaking back in with her crazy water powers. He was hoping for the first option. Mostly because they would probably be more likely to get out with the first plan. Not that Trish was not great, but she was a bit destructive, which made it less likely for the to get out. Luke was glad Sydney accepted his food. Now he didn’t have to worry about her passing out next. He had to imagine she burned a ton of calories fighting like that. If she did not watch herself, she would get lightheaded. Luke wondered where all this knowledge about blood-sugar and food had come from. He never really studied up on it. Must have been one of those things he picked up in health class. Subconsciously, since he had always done his math homework in health. Luke tore off another piece of ham, mumbling, “No problem.” He almost added a sly comment about sharing, but could think of nothing decent that didn’t sound like it belonged in a children’s movie. Cam was cute, he decided. He could go from so sad to a little rainbow of joy. It was funny. He wondered if all little kids were like that. Luke did not remember ever seeing another kid like that, but he did not have much experience with children. At least now he seemed happy. Although with his moods he might be sad again in another minute. Yet, Sydney’s words were somewhat comforting to him as well. As if her saying that they would escape made it true. He liked to entertain the idea that they would all be free. At least for the time being. Luke sighed, “Good point.” Man, he hated questioning. He went out of his way not to have to talk to the Aristocrats, so questioning was especially unpleasant for him. Maybe no one would notice his part in all of the action. After all, he had only participated for a few minutes. Maybe they would have group questioning and he would not have to talk at all. Then all would be well. Except for Sydney, who would get stuck talking for all three of them. Although, it was unlikely they would all be questioned together anyway. After all, that would defeat the whole intimidation thing the Aristocrats had going on in the facility. Luke ate more peas. He smirked at Sydney’s reaction to the burp. How funny. She punched out guards and bled all over, but was upset over a little burp. Women. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the frightening girl approaching, but she turned away. What a relief. There would have been nothing to do if she had sat with them. Sydney might have killed her. Then they would be in even more hot water than they already were. ((This took ten years longer than I thought it would...))
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 23, 2013 20:56:48 GMT -10
Not one to reject a direct order from his leader, Kyosuke quickly got up and headed over to where the unconscious Yenta, picked him up and slung him over his shoulder as if he was just another ragdoll. Well, a very heavy ragdoll, that is. His eyes turned over towards where that girl was, who was first a jet of water, then a girl, then supposed to be someone he knows.
Who is she?
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Trish slowly got over the paralysis and sat up, her body soaking wet from the sewage. Amnesia? Kyosuke has amnesia? Her eyes and face shifted from both the authoritarian girl and her savior. No wonder she asked him that. But there was the first issue to be resolved.
"I would like to know how did you know that he's amnesiac," Trish called to the girl. "Oh, and my name's Trish. Trish Ravenfold," she announced her name.
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 24, 2013 5:18:04 GMT -10
Sydney's lip twitched, getting it once he explained. Twin? Well, of course they were close, she concluded in her own mind, and he hadn't seemed to remember that no one in here knew her. Lucky soul, she was roaming free. She had to be okay, at least as far as he could know, because there wasn't that pain on his face that decorated the kid's with dead siblings or even locked up siblings, when asked about it. No mourning. That was good, then. Wonder if she was trying to find him on the outside. Probably. "Twins? Cool! Do you guys have telepathy? Can you feel each others' emotions?" Cam piped up, making Sydney chuckle.
"I don't think twins really work like that, kiddo." she said, shaking her head. "Well, I would bet you ten bucks-if we had any money- that she's doing a heck of a lot better than us." she wagered, shrugging. Now she was brought back to the matter of Trish. She was probably disgruntled and lost out there, if Sydney was being honest with herself. She obviously couldn't say that, and shouldn't even be thinking it, on the chance that Cam accidentally picked up on it, but she couldn't help it. The girl hadn't planned that escape, she'd told Sydney that she wanted everyone to get out. Or something along those lines. Seemed a little fuzzy, like it'd happened a lifetime ago. Still, the point was clear enough. But Sydney couldn't feel upset that Trish had jumped ship. She /could/ get them help, and at the very least, it was one less kid to rot here.
Having finished her food a bit quicker than she anticipated, she realized that she'd been hungrier than she'd initially thought. Well, she felt better now. Less inclined to stumble around and have her stomach try and digest itself...Eeew, okay, bad bad train of thought. She sometimes really wondered where she got these ridiculous mental images. Whatever. Watching Cam bounce around again, happiness restored, she smirked, remembering being a little kid. Skin your elbow, cry, and then 15 seconds later be tearing it up on the playground again, cracking up. Kids were so bipolar.
Ugh, questioning. She personally found it to be on a range of torturous (sometimes literally) to amusing. Usually, it went from amusing to torturous quickly, because she got snappy. Still, she couldn't help getting fired up in there. She didn't have to look like a role model when no kids were around, so she felt a little entitled to be stupid, just for kicks. Today, however, she wasn't sure she was feeling up to the game, after already wearing herself out. Maybe it was a good thing she'd taken that nap this morning. Disturbing as it proved to be. Sydney realized that she'd been frowning again, so deep in her own mind, and smoothed her expression out again. "Well, it's always an experience, I'll say that for questioning." she finally supplied, breaking the little silent stretch. Wrinkling her nose at Cam, she shook her head at his chortling. "Gross, kid." she said plaintifully, but her words were lost on the humor of a 9 year old. Even Luke looked a bit amused.
"You're such a giiiirl, Syd." Cam teased, elbowing her. She wiggled out of his reach, raising her eyebrows.
"There's a reason for that." she said seriously, keeping her serious face for a few seconds before chuckling. She looked over when Luke seemed to tense, catching sight of the demon-girl (As she'd likely refer to her for some time now) sitting some ways away. Hmph. Well, Sydney supposed that the boys would kneecap her if she started anything, and the traitor was far enough away to not feel too outraged over. Really, she should win a medal for this act of self-restraint. She was a freaking messiah, at this point. As long as the little ass-kicking from earlier was blotted out, that is. Well, a girl could only be so saint-like.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 24, 2013 11:56:58 GMT -10
Jay moved to follow Kyosuke to pick up the boy, but he slung the giant over his own shoulder. She gaped, when she had asked for help carrying, she had not believed in the slightest that the boy would take it into his mind to carry the foreigner himself. Jay was impressed, admittedly. But, she was not going to comment, at risk of sounding like one of those dumb girls easily impressed by the flaunting of strength. No, she would just nod and move on with her life. Jay started walking back towards the other kids, hoping to get back before the foreigner woke up. Jay sighed a bit at the question from the girl, not quite sure if she was serious. Well, how did she know? When someone does not have a memory of their past, that makes them amnesiac. And if she remembered right, there were three types of amnesia. One for the past, one that prevented new memories from being made, and another one she thought had something to do with muscle memory. Something she had always found interesting about amnesia is that the patients still had a good grasp of language and did not forget how to walk. In fact, some could still sign their own names. Very interesting indeed. But now was not the time to think of her fascination with amnesia. She had work to do. And a question to answer. Jay shrugged, “He told me. Not in so many words, but he asks everyone if they know him and queries after his friends. Glad he finally found one.” She hoped that suited the girl. And if it didn’t- that was no longer Jay’s problem. Kyosuke could sort out his own girlfriend. Jay scolded herself, that was presumptuous. There was no evidence for that. Though there was not exactly evidence against it either. It was none of her business anyway. Jay replied, “Jay. Johnson.” An idea occurred to her. She had yet to ask where this Trish came from. As they passed the ladder, she inquired, “So where were you previous to this encounter?”
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Post by elise13 on Feb 24, 2013 12:17:38 GMT -10
Luke smiled at Cam’s eager questions. Those he was familiar with. Twins? Telepathy? Honestly, everyone thought the same. Reasonably too, there were plenty of stories of twin telepathy or twins raised apart with similar habits. Jay used to love doing research on the kind of stuff. She had tried to train them to have a telepathic link, but never quite succeeded. Luke admitted, “Actually, when I broke my arm, Jay screamed too. Louder than me, of course. So if that counts…” He shrugged noncommittally. Luke only nodded quietly in agreement to the comment about Trish. She was probably fine. After all, she had just turned into a giant water monster. He doubted she would suffer serious trouble taking care of herself. At least in the near future. Although, if she dried anyone else out in her haste, someone might label her as a serial killer and give all the kids an even worse rap than they already had. From what he knew, living inside this prison, adults were being strongly cautioned (maybe threatened, if the Aristocrat’s previous behavior was any indicator) to stay away from kids and report any sightings. Like wild animals or something. Then again, the guards could just be telling the imprisoned kids that to deter escape attempts. As if that would work. The risk of capture again was not going to stop anyone from going after the chance at freedom. Even if that freedom only lasted briefly. Luke popped the last string of peas in his mouth. They had finished the food rather quickly. Of course, it was two teens eating less than one meal. If they had taken any longer, they would have been dawdling. Before any discussion could continue about the matter of Sydney’s reason for acting like a girl (which he felt was likely related to that second X chromosome she possessed), the lunchroom door audibly flew open. Not good. Luke quickly turned to the source of the noise, as he imagined most everyone else in the room did, loud noises seemed to elicit that sort of response. The source was one of the guards from earlier, although, Luke could only tell this because of the bloody patch on his forehead, otherwise, they were rather difficult to tell apart. Seriously, they were all excessively burly with massive eyebrows and dim expressions. No one would blame him for being unable to distinguish between the in a line-up. The man said, “Lunch is over. Get.” That was a bit anti-climactic. Luke had been expecting a threat. Or at least some sort of interesting announcement. The end of lunch was hardly a cause for such drama. Luke said, “I guess, that’s that. Must be waiting to question us later. Dramatic effect, I suppose.” He shrugged one shoulder. The when did not really matter. It was the content of the questioning that was the real issue. Luke faintly hoped that the guards would forget all about the matter as some happy side-effect of Cam’s powers. Unlikely, but there was no reason not to hope for it. He stayed where he was a moment. Luke had never been one to fight to get out first. He preferred to wait for the rush to be over. Then go at his own pace. Life was easier that way. And he ended up with less bruises from accidental elbows jamming into him. Today, that seemed like a bit of a moot point since he did, in fact, have a handsome bruise growing on his face. Very attractive. Luke stood up as the crowd cleared, “See you later then?”
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