Alex also chimed in, "They've given us some weapons already, to help. We've gotten a gun and a knife. Apparently they have some sort of plan, or so I hope." He said, equally hushed.
Plans: Part III I hear Zia walk in and an idea comes to me as she tells me a storm is coming. "Didn't they say they'd rather sneak out? And there is a storm coming. We can use this, this is good." I say as I place a few items in my little shopping basket. Whenever I buy stuff hereit is only so I can scrap the things and make other stuff, better stuff. I look out the window as the sky has darkened and a bit of a drizzle is coming down. "Zi, we need to meet up at my place and get some stuff. Tonight is the night I think we should do it. I mean, if we wait any longer..." I pause. I dont want to finish that sentence. "If we wait any longer, who else is going to die because of this facility?" I ask.
((I don't believe I ever responded to this, sorry))
Zia nodded, "I can draw up whatever you need, I just need an accurate description of it, We'll likely need bombs, explosion and smoke, weapons of all kinds, the guard's visors aren't bulletproof, which honestly is a terrible design flaw... So we could use guns, and there are cameras there... so we'd need to dispose of those, destroying them might not be the best idea, considering it would likely alert the entire place"
Zia was speaking seriously for the first time in a while, which was honestly rare, her carefree and rather idiotic nature didn't usually allow for such non-silliness.
~
Coralie looked at Houston flatly, "W-We had breakfast a-about two hours ago when the sun was still rising... w-we don't even get lunch... we get dinner... remember?" she murmured, wondering how someone who had been here for 16 years didn't know that. Coralie herself had practically memorized when meal times were, they didn't have clocks in the cells anyway, so she had to rely on the rising and setting of the sun.
I figure the sooner we get off this topic, the less likely the guards are to hear us. One of the new girls - I think she called herself Vicky - starts flying; a perfect change in topic.
"So THAT'S your power," I say to Vicky. "Probably the most practical power I've seen in all my time here."
I watched the rain outside wishing I could be outside. I had only been here a few minutes but it was already horrible. I wondered what has happened to the boy with the cut. Could people be that mean?I turned to the person that had spoken. "Does everyone have powers?" I asked curiously.<Houston>
I smiled and used my telekinesis to pick up a chocolate bar and bring it to myself. I broke it in half and used my power to give the other half to her.
Age: 21 (( Lives on the outside world if allowed ))
Appearance:
Personality: Damian is a pretty laid back guy, only thing hes worried about is people finding out his ability. Which luckily for him is pretty easy to keep a secret since he can control it. He's quite friendly, loves making friends, and all in all... just a plain out decent guy. The worst thing hes ever done. Is sneak into a restricted area by rusting a small portion of the fence to sneak in, and also luckily not getting caught. He has a pretty crappy job at a local grocery store.
Fears: People finding out his ability,
Power: The ability to make metal rust, he can control when he wants something to rust.
Weakness: High frequency's, this cancels out his power. And he gas ADHD.
Possessions: (( Hes not in the prison, and he owns an apartment ))
Name: Anton Zepyda (zep-eeda) Nickname: N/A Age: 14 Appearance: Anton is Caucasian, 6"2 (Which is large for a 14 year old, you should know), 185 pounds. He has a slightly pointed chin, black hair, white eyes. He most often wears a short-sleeve, blue T-shirt. Personality:He enjoy's joking around with everyone, never taking much seriously. He knows they'll kill him at 17, but he takes that as a sign to be happy, as he doesn't have much time left. Anton often tries joking with the guards, and 3 or 4 times they actually replied to him, so he thinks they're all his friends. Fears: Being rejected by anyone. The Ocean. Being on Boats. Getting stabbed. Power: Being able to Conduct Electricity (I did not see anyone else who has this ability, and I don't know if that's what you mean by energy absorption). His body generates electricity from the radiation in his brain. His body can act like a tesla coil when he wants to, but it makes him extremely tired, and he cannot do it for long. He can also output electricity to anything he's touching. Weakness: Energy surges. Say he touches a power-line, it could possibly over-charge him, and his veins would all explode. Possessions: 1 Platinum rod (Collapsable; up to 4 feet long; 1.3 inches in diameter; useless against guards or anyone with plastic gloves), 1 Carbon plated Cube (3'x3'x3'), a medium sized rock with a gold vein running through it. (Most of these are for fun) Bio: N/A
Theme Song: () Other: Gifted
"You see, since we have powers that they don't, they don't understand us. Because of that, they're scared of us. They think we're dangerous. And we actually can be dangerous; they started locking us up because of this guy named Sera, who had a power - he was one of us. On August 16th, 2317, Sera turned 18. That's when the side effects of his powers kicked in. He went insane - tried to take over the world and killed anyone in his way. Took the government three years to take him out. Since the government didn't want that to happen again, they built this place and started taking us here to keep us in one place. They started killing us when we hit 17 so that we wouldn't end up like Sera. They didn't tell anybody about the executions. It'd probably result in public outcry, so they told everyone we were being taken to live with our own kind. We are, in a way; they're just killing us after 12 years, assuming you come in as early as is possible. You look like you might have been; how old are you?"
Name: Anton Zepyda (zep-eeda) Nickname: N/A Age: 14 Appearance: Anton is Caucasian, 6"2 (Which is large for a 14 year old, you should know), 185 pounds. He has a slightly pointed chin, black hair, white eyes. He most often wears a short-sleeve, blue T-shirt. Personality:He enjoy's joking around with everyone, never taking much seriously. He knows they'll kill him at 17, but he takes that as a sign to be happy, as he doesn't have much time left. Anton often tries joking with the guards, and 3 or 4 times they actually replied to him, so he thinks they're all his friends. Fears: Being rejected by anyone. The Ocean. Being on Boats. Getting stabbed. Power: Being able to Conduct Electricity (I did not see anyone else who has this ability, and I don't know if that's what you mean by energy absorption). His body generates electricity from the radiation in his brain. His body can act like a tesla coil when he wants to, but it makes him extremely tired, and he cannot do it for long. He can also output electricity to anything he's touching. Weakness: Energy surges. Say he touches a power-line, it could possibly over-charge him, and his veins would all explode. Possessions: 1 Platinum rod (Collapsable; up to 4 feet long; 1.3 inches in diameter; useless against guards or anyone with plastic gloves), 1 Carbon plated Cube (3'x3'x3'), a medium sized rock with a gold vein running through it. (Most of these are for fun) Bio: N/A
Theme Song: () Other: Gifted
Accepted, though the guard's replies would likely be something like "Shut Up"
Age: 21 (( Lives on the outside world if allowed ))
Appearance:
Personality: (( To Be Rp'd ))
Fears: Failure, Being caught.
Power: Enhanced Markmans Ship, Enhanced Agility .
Weakness: High frequency's temper with his ability. Since he's also 21 and above 17 he has a disorder in which he needs everything to be a certain way.
Possessions: Well he isn't inside the prison and he usually carrys his Cellphone, House keys, and a pistol which he has a permit for.
Bio (Optional): Damian, Well Damian gained his spectacular, and amazing, agility when he was five. When he performed some amazing parkour stunts at recces, all the kids loved it. At the age of 10 when he went hunting with his father, he was so good at aiming, that his father's jaws dropped. Shortly after though, he learned that the government was looking for people like him, and not in a good way. He hid his ability's and once he turned 17 he gained a disorder in which he must go through a certain routine everyday, or else he just can't function. Now he lives alone and trys to get by on what he can. His goal, to stop this travesty, and let everyone have equal rights, even people with unnatural powers, but for now he works at a local grocery store....
Theme Song: Other: Gifted
((I would like you to clean up this application a bit, for one thing, please pick one of the two powers, agility or perfect aiming, the only way I'll allow two is if you're like Sargeant and the powers are connected in such a way that one cannot work without the other.
If this guy performed parkour stunts at recess and was under 10 years old, wouldn't the teachers be a bit suspicious? Wouldn't they wonder how in the world this boy was so good at that?))
Accepted, though the guard's replies would likely be something like "Shut Up"
((I would like you to clean up this application a bit, for one thing, please pick one of the two powers, agility or perfect aiming, the only way I'll allow two is if you're like Sargeant and the powers are connected in such a way that one cannot work without the other.
If this guy performed parkour stunts at recess and was under 10 years old, wouldn't the teachers be a bit suspicious? Wouldn't they wonder how in the world this boy was so good at that?))
(( Yeah true, Didn't think of that. I'm not good with powers XD. ))
Coralie nodded, she hadn't even been born when the whole Sera thing happened... but it was the most well known story in all of Avalox. She remembered some kids on the street pretending to be Sera and squish ants or other insects...
She turned to Alex, "A-Anyway... wanna play a game of Marbles?"
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"Elysia had somehow managed to engage the creatures in a mass tournament of Tic Tac Toe. "
I sit here, listening to the hum of the lights. They sound so calm; So peaceful. The other kids can't hear it, but I do. The electricity running through the tubes. It's soothing. I turn my head, and look at the other kids. They're talking about something, in quiet whispers. Probably some plan for escape, or something to hurt the guards. Who cares. We'll all be here until we die, so why plot? No one is getting out. Why not just be happy that you're still living?
I nodded. "Hey when do we get lunch?" I asked everyone.
<Victoria>
I looked around the cell, a bit scared. I flew off of Houston's lap and over to the window. I hovered by it, looking outside.
Here be dragons
((I don't believe I ever responded to this, sorry))
Zia nodded, "I can draw up whatever you need, I just need an accurate description of it, We'll likely need bombs, explosion and smoke, weapons of all kinds, the guard's visors aren't bulletproof, which honestly is a terrible design flaw... So we could use guns, and there are cameras there... so we'd need to dispose of those, destroying them might not be the best idea, considering it would likely alert the entire place"
Zia was speaking seriously for the first time in a while, which was honestly rare, her carefree and rather idiotic nature didn't usually allow for such non-silliness.
~
Coralie looked at Houston flatly, "W-We had breakfast a-about two hours ago when the sun was still rising... w-we don't even get lunch... we get dinner... remember?" she murmured, wondering how someone who had been here for 16 years didn't know that. Coralie herself had practically memorized when meal times were, they didn't have clocks in the cells anyway, so she had to rely on the rising and setting of the sun.
"So THAT'S your power," I say to Vicky. "Probably the most practical power I've seen in all my time here."
There's no kill like overkill.
I watched the rain outside wishing I could be outside. I had only been here a few minutes but it was already horrible. I wondered what has happened to the boy with the cut. Could people be that mean?I turned to the person that had spoken. "Does everyone have powers?" I asked curiously.<Houston>
I smiled and used my telekinesis to pick up a chocolate bar and bring it to myself. I broke it in half and used my power to give the other half to her.
Here be dragons
There's no kill like overkill.
Nickname: The Mystic Magician
Age: 21 (( Lives on the outside world if allowed ))
Appearance:
Personality: Damian is a pretty laid back guy, only thing hes worried about is people finding out his ability. Which luckily for him is pretty easy to keep a secret since he can control it. He's quite friendly, loves making friends, and all in all... just a plain out decent guy. The worst thing hes ever done. Is sneak into a restricted area by rusting a small portion of the fence to sneak in, and also luckily not getting caught. He has a pretty crappy job at a local grocery store.
Fears: People finding out his ability,
Power: The ability to make metal rust, he can control when he wants something to rust.
Weakness: High frequency's, this cancels out his power. And he gas ADHD.
Possessions: (( Hes not in the prison, and he owns an apartment ))
Bio (Optional):
Theme Song:
Other: Gifted
Nickname: N/A
Age: 14
Appearance: Anton is Caucasian, 6"2 (Which is large for a 14 year old, you should know), 185 pounds. He has a slightly pointed chin, black hair, white eyes. He most often wears a short-sleeve, blue T-shirt.
Personality: He enjoy's joking around with everyone, never taking much seriously. He knows they'll kill him at 17, but he takes that as a sign to be happy, as he doesn't have much time left. Anton often tries joking with the guards, and 3 or 4 times they actually replied to him, so he thinks they're all his friends.
Fears: Being rejected by anyone. The Ocean. Being on Boats. Getting stabbed.
Power: Being able to Conduct Electricity (I did not see anyone else who has this ability, and I don't know if that's what you mean by energy absorption). His body generates electricity from the radiation in his brain. His body can act like a tesla coil when he wants to, but it makes him extremely tired, and he cannot do it for long. He can also output electricity to anything he's touching.
Weakness: Energy surges. Say he touches a power-line, it could possibly over-charge him, and his veins would all explode.
Possessions: 1 Platinum rod (Collapsable; up to 4 feet long; 1.3 inches in diameter; useless against guards or anyone with plastic gloves), 1 Carbon plated Cube (3'x3'x3'), a medium sized rock with a gold vein running through it. (Most of these are for fun)
Bio: N/A
Theme Song: ()
Other: Gifted
"do you have a power too?" I asked. This was all so new to me.
Here be dragons
There's no kill like overkill.
I shook my head. "No" I said. I flew away from the window and sat on an empty bed.
Here be dragons
There's no kill like overkill.
My eyes were wide at the story but I quietly held up four fingers to answer his question.((Got to eat))
Here be dragons
Accepted, though the guard's replies would likely be something like "Shut Up"
((I would like you to clean up this application a bit, for one thing, please pick one of the two powers, agility or perfect aiming, the only way I'll allow two is if you're like Sargeant and the powers are connected in such a way that one cannot work without the other.
If this guy performed parkour stunts at recess and was under 10 years old, wouldn't the teachers be a bit suspicious? Wouldn't they wonder how in the world this boy was so good at that?))
She turned to Alex, "A-Anyway... wanna play a game of Marbles?"
((Hey, no problem Just clean the application up a bit righto?
I start bouncing my rock on the wall.