Lis looked up, clinging to the jacket. Nathan had been the first to speak to all of them, and Lucas replied with a dismissing of intros. “Yeah,” she said dryly. She sniffled before asking, “Is anybody else parched? The only think I've drank is blood.” Her throat was hot and thirsty, and it was killing her. She felt a bit more energized, yet sore and depressed. Her arm was pretty numb, and she was certain that their were slices decorating her back.
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Nathan chewed on his tounge.He got up and wiped all the sweat off his face."I'm really hungry..."Nathan muttered,"Wanna see if we can find food or something around here?"
“We can try,” Lis coughed, shakily standing up. Her legs nearly buckled, but she placed a hand on the wall to steady herself. She wrapped Ashley's jacket around her waist, and her fit form was visible under. The tank top she wore was cut even further on the sleeves, and the slices and nicks of blood were visible on her flat stomach.
Lucas coughed a final time before climbing to his feet, stumbling. "Of course, we do need food to survive." He said, leaning off the wall, and almost falling. Lucas huffed, again attempting to limp over.
“We can take it easy now, restore our energy for later,” Lis said. “Until we find some sort of kitchen, we should all be in the watch for guards or some shit.” Lis wiped her mouth, which was now dried red. Lis stretched her shoulders, pulling them back and gasping sharply at the burst of pain. Cursing, she let her arms fall down to relax, occasionally rubbing her sore shoulders.
Nathan thought for a while.When he made an escape before,he found some sort of cafeteria for the scientists and guards.It was full of wonderful and it was almost like a buffet.But,he was caught once he reached there."I know where some kind of buffet is in this place,"he said to the group.No one's probably in there.Only a few scientists are left in here,"Nathan said.He pointed down the hall.It led to a main place that led to everything in the lab.The scientist probably went to alert other scientists.Nathan summoned Toxin.
"What's up?"Toxin asked.Nathan smirked.
"Can you go that British scientist?"he asked.Toxin chuckled and drifted off,leaving a poisonous trail behind him."We should wait till my cloud buddy comes back and the scientist is dead.Also,the trail could kill you,"Nathan said.
"What's up?"Toxin asked.Nathan smirked.
"Can you go that British scientist?"he asked.Toxin chuckled and drifted off,leaving a poisonous trail behind him."We should wait till my cloud buddy comes back and the scientist is dead.Also,the trail could kill you,"Nathan said.
“So we starve here? I haven't eaten in over two days,” she spat. Lis was terribly hungry, as she had barely eaten before she was captured. Sighing, she took her hand off of the wall to stand by herself. “How long is your cloud going to take?” She eyed Nathan. Lis wasn't going to stand around and wait for a cloud to kill somebody, unless the job got done quickly.
Ashley realized that she still had her backpack. She slung it off of her arm and zipped it up in one swift movement. "Notebook, colored pencils, regular pencils..." she named off several items in her bag before zipping it up and returning it to her shoulders. "No food," Ashley sighed. "Guess we'll have to wait..."
Nathan waited for Toxin to come back.He looked down the hall.He saw the cloud coming back."He's dead,"Toxin said.Nathan smiled and Toxin disappeared.Nathan immediately felt a sharp pain in his back and legs.His legs shook as he stood up.
"Alright.Let's go eat,"Nathan said.He motioned them to follow him and he started walking down the hallway.
"Alright.Let's go eat,"Nathan said.He motioned them to follow him and he started walking down the hallway.
Lucas groaned as he limped towards the hall, clutching his bruised stomach. "Damn guards..." He muttered, continuing to follow Nathan's lead.
As everybody began following Nathan, Lis felt warm on her nose. Blood had once again begin trickling down, but she ignored it, wiping off the blood with her own red hands. An absolute mess, the girl winced sharply as she took pained strides. She nearly had to stop because of the pain searing in her body, but she forced herself to keep moving.
Nathan stopped at the area that led rock everywhere.He looked at a sign.He pointed to the south-most door."That way,"Nathan walked towards a big room.It had many tables and the food was still out.He smelled the air.It smelled heavanily.He smiled and waddled towards an area with plates.
"Sweet release..." Lucas muttered, grabbing some food and digging in. He was starving, eating tons of food before finally taking a break. I wonder if there are any more of us out there... The 16-year old thought, looking off into space.
On entering the large kitchen, Lis' eyes widened at the large variety. A section of uncooked meat tempted Lis and her animal cravings. Walking over to it, she studied the raw goodness, mouth watering. She grabbed a piece of the soft red steak, shoving it to her mouth and wolfing it down. Because of the carnivorous side of her appetite, it tasted as good as well-done meat in a fancy restaraunt.
Nathan walked over to the section with lots of veggies.He didn't see anything appealing,but he grabbed lots of mashed potatoes.He watched Lis eat the uncooked meat.He didn't care.Nathan would do the same if he was carnivorous,too.He walked over to section where there was seafood.It almost called to him.He put the plate on the floor and started picking at lobster and he nibbled at it and watched everyone eat.
Ashley looked around and spotted a plate of flaky fish meat. She grinned and walked over. She grabbed the fish and headed to an area where some spices were out on the tables. Remembering the seasonings that her dad used, Ashley sprinkled the fish with some seasoning and set her hand alight. She waited a couple of minutes, flipped the fish over, and waited another few minutes for her food to finish. Then she began to eat it, not even bothering to use a plate.
Only moments ago had Laura Casey escaped from the guards that had been holding her. 'Thank goodness for invisibility as one of my powers. These guys are all nuts.' thought Laura. Still invisible, she spotted a bunch of other kids and followed them. 'This might be a perfect opportunity to see if another one of my powers still works. Though from the looks of it they've been through enough already. I'll wait before doing that.' Laura thought. So instead she walked to a far wall of the cafeteria then came into view.
Lucas finished devouring his first meal in several days. Wiping his mouth with a surprisingly soft napkin, he looked around the fairly large hall. Lucas spotted another new face, a girl that looked a bit older than himself. Due to the fact that his powers did not work at long range, Lucas shuffled a bit closer, and began to read the girl's thoughts. Interesting. One Laura Casey. Very useful powers... Invisibility, throwing her voice, illusions... Very interesting... The cunning 16-year old scribbled down some facts in his notebook before stowing it away, and continuing to eat.
(Woah people, calm down xD I don't log in one day and 50+ posts.)
Eve sighed for what must've been the 10th time in the hour...or was it the day? There was no way to tell the time in her small cell, and she relied on the pulse of her heartbeat to tell her that time was even passing. Idle sitting around allowed her to concentrate on her physical self, and she felt blood rush to the large feathery appendages on her back; wings that she'd been growing painfully slowly. Even now she willed cells to multiply over there, acutely aware of every single one of them. Her exterior body seemed blank and unresponsive, but her brain was alight with electrical signals, rushing up and down her body. She raised a hand and ran her fingers through her hair, clearing a tangle that wasn't there. Her hair was pretty much the only part of her body she couldn't control - the cells there were dead. She sighed again - eleven? - and looked down at her left hand. Due to her cerebral capacity, she was pretty much ambidextrous - had been for as long as she remembered - but preferred to use the right hand as her dominant hand, so she was growing cat claws on her left, and little carnivorous fangs. She could change her eyesight to enhance or dull it at will, due to the relatively small amount of cells there, but they were her own eyes that widened in surprise as two guards strode in. "Get up, test and regular check," One man growled. Eve obligingly got to her feet; shed' learned that the guards were violent only if you were. She winced as the man gave her a shove; well, usually if you were. They were rough either way.
The only sound in the corridor was the clacking sound of the two guards' boots. Eve glided along in relative silence; it was long monotonous walks like these that made her question reality - literally! She wondered what lay beyond the 'institution', and if she would ever see it. She'd occasionally seen other prisoners pass by her cell, but had shrunk back reflexively, so she didn't really know about anyone else. She blinked as they neared their destination, and she was pushed inside the clinical room with harsh white light. "Get rid of those claws," She was ordered by a voice behind her, and she obeyed once more, watching her claws recede like...like what? Water in soil? Reverse plant growth? She frowned; books didn't give her a good enough picture. She needed to see them herself. She needed to see the world for herself.
The test went quick. Eve heard only snatches of conversation - "slow progress...no visible change...increase...longest...-rvivor..."
She'd known for a while that she was the longest surviving prisoner in the facility, and had theorized that it could possibly be hazardous for the company itself for anybody to know the layout of the place as she did. She remembered each inch of the areas she had passed perfectly, which would be handy if she ever wanted to break out. The thought made her shake her head and smile slightly, eliciting a growl from the scientist. Break out? The thought was ridiculous.
Her thoughts were interrupted with a painful jab in her hip, and her senses came painfully alight. As the plunger was depressed, she felt as though there was an arc of electricity behind her eyes. It appeared to be the same serum she was usually injected with - which left her gasping and in pain, perspiring and shivering until she was free enough to kill off the excess cell growth caused by the serum. It always left her with more brain cell growth than the last, so Eve had been keeping the ones meant for memory and deduction, and killing off what she deemed unnecessary. But she knew, and her imprisoners knew that she wouldn't be able to take it forever. If some part of her body didn't turn cancerous soon, her brain would likely explode...literally. Too many cells to harbour inside her cranium.
Without any sort of recovery time granted to her, she was roughly pulled off the table and she stumbled along an endless corridor, tripping and blundering about blindly until she had to be escorted. Just as she was gathering her senses, she was shoved into a large room. She frowned; this wasn't her cell. Where was she? With a blink and a quick sweep, she realized it was a dining hall. She'd not come here often - she preferred solitary confinement and her (terrible) meals in her own cell, but she didn't realize the hall had this entrance too. Oh well, more for the memory kitty. Her visual mapping was just sorting itself out when she noticed a rather large problem. There were people in the room. She froze.
(Dear god the size of this post @-@)
Eve sighed for what must've been the 10th time in the hour...or was it the day? There was no way to tell the time in her small cell, and she relied on the pulse of her heartbeat to tell her that time was even passing. Idle sitting around allowed her to concentrate on her physical self, and she felt blood rush to the large feathery appendages on her back; wings that she'd been growing painfully slowly. Even now she willed cells to multiply over there, acutely aware of every single one of them. Her exterior body seemed blank and unresponsive, but her brain was alight with electrical signals, rushing up and down her body. She raised a hand and ran her fingers through her hair, clearing a tangle that wasn't there. Her hair was pretty much the only part of her body she couldn't control - the cells there were dead. She sighed again - eleven? - and looked down at her left hand. Due to her cerebral capacity, she was pretty much ambidextrous - had been for as long as she remembered - but preferred to use the right hand as her dominant hand, so she was growing cat claws on her left, and little carnivorous fangs. She could change her eyesight to enhance or dull it at will, due to the relatively small amount of cells there, but they were her own eyes that widened in surprise as two guards strode in. "Get up, test and regular check," One man growled. Eve obligingly got to her feet; shed' learned that the guards were violent only if you were. She winced as the man gave her a shove; well, usually if you were. They were rough either way.
The only sound in the corridor was the clacking sound of the two guards' boots. Eve glided along in relative silence; it was long monotonous walks like these that made her question reality - literally! She wondered what lay beyond the 'institution', and if she would ever see it. She'd occasionally seen other prisoners pass by her cell, but had shrunk back reflexively, so she didn't really know about anyone else. She blinked as they neared their destination, and she was pushed inside the clinical room with harsh white light. "Get rid of those claws," She was ordered by a voice behind her, and she obeyed once more, watching her claws recede like...like what? Water in soil? Reverse plant growth? She frowned; books didn't give her a good enough picture. She needed to see them herself. She needed to see the world for herself.
The test went quick. Eve heard only snatches of conversation - "slow progress...no visible change...increase...longest...-rvivor..."
She'd known for a while that she was the longest surviving prisoner in the facility, and had theorized that it could possibly be hazardous for the company itself for anybody to know the layout of the place as she did. She remembered each inch of the areas she had passed perfectly, which would be handy if she ever wanted to break out. The thought made her shake her head and smile slightly, eliciting a growl from the scientist. Break out? The thought was ridiculous.
Her thoughts were interrupted with a painful jab in her hip, and her senses came painfully alight. As the plunger was depressed, she felt as though there was an arc of electricity behind her eyes. It appeared to be the same serum she was usually injected with - which left her gasping and in pain, perspiring and shivering until she was free enough to kill off the excess cell growth caused by the serum. It always left her with more brain cell growth than the last, so Eve had been keeping the ones meant for memory and deduction, and killing off what she deemed unnecessary. But she knew, and her imprisoners knew that she wouldn't be able to take it forever. If some part of her body didn't turn cancerous soon, her brain would likely explode...literally. Too many cells to harbour inside her cranium.
Without any sort of recovery time granted to her, she was roughly pulled off the table and she stumbled along an endless corridor, tripping and blundering about blindly until she had to be escorted. Just as she was gathering her senses, she was shoved into a large room. She frowned; this wasn't her cell. Where was she? With a blink and a quick sweep, she realized it was a dining hall. She'd not come here often - she preferred solitary confinement and her (terrible) meals in her own cell, but she didn't realize the hall had this entrance too. Oh well, more for the memory kitty. Her visual mapping was just sorting itself out when she noticed a rather large problem. There were people in the room. She froze.
(Dear god the size of this post @-@)
As Lucas neared the row of food trays, he directed his attention to relatively loud footsteps echoing from the entrance. "Another...?" He muttered to himself. A girl that looked rather frazzled entered the room before freezing in place. Hmmm... Lucas thought curiously as he neared the girl as stealthily as possible, just close enough to gather information from her mind. His eyebrows raised as he searched the thoughts of the roughly similarly aged girl, surprised about her lack of much unnecessary thoughts. Makes my job even easier. Let's see here... One Eve Iridescence... Unusual but useful powers... Noted. Lucas jotted down the information in his notebook, returning mechanically to his business.
Lis had finished her meal, her eyes flickering with feline features. Two new faces arrived in the cafeteria, both looking a bit confused. “Not-so early birds, huh?” She said dryly. Her energy and spark was regaining, yet she was still incredibly sore. She was done wolfing down the raw meat, and it left her more than content in her stomach. “I need sleep,” she murmured. Noticing a pot of coffee, she quickly walked over to the glass container. There were no cups to be found, so she poured some in a little bowl on the counter tops. Bending over, she lapped it up quietly like a cat.
Lis hated the taste, but she knew it would keep her awake, so she forced herself to finish the bowl. When gone, she pulled her head back up, a displeased expression on her face. However, she had been incredibly thirsty, so that felt good in her bloody mouth. Since she felt a bit better, she attempted to shift into cat. A success, she shrank to the size of a house cat, with soft white fur. Of course, the blood showed up on her fur, making her look much like a cat who murdered another cat. But she simply began licking her fur, despite knowing water could only remove the red.
Lis hated the taste, but she knew it would keep her awake, so she forced herself to finish the bowl. When gone, she pulled her head back up, a displeased expression on her face. However, she had been incredibly thirsty, so that felt good in her bloody mouth. Since she felt a bit better, she attempted to shift into cat. A success, she shrank to the size of a house cat, with soft white fur. Of course, the blood showed up on her fur, making her look much like a cat who murdered another cat. But she simply began licking her fur, despite knowing water could only remove the red.
Ashley turned around, alerted by Eve's footsteps. She saw the bewildered-looking girl and gave a slightly awkward smile. "You, uh, hungry?" she asked, hoping to God that this wasn't an incognito guard. Jeez, that would suck..."How long have you been here for?" Ashley hoped to stir up some conversation with the girl.
"....ah..." The disoriented teenager mumbled, backing away from the company. Let her out, let her out! She had no idea her thoughts were being read - she likely would have been furious if she'd known - but as if stood, her current state of mind was...chaotic, with panic flooding in. Her heartbeat picked up and adrenaline rushed through her veins, making her muscles come alive with oxygen. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Social anxiety mixed with paranoia as she was approached by a girl roughly around her age. She blinked blankly at her - she would have cried, but she refused to let tears form before these people. She forced her breathing to quieten, and while trying to slow down her heart nearly stopped it, but she managed to get her body under control, and tried to act...normal.
"...uhm, hey," She cringed at the sound of her own voice. She'd been told by her mother that she had a sweet voice, but for now, all she heard was a soft, breathy voice, almost swamped over with awkwardness. She had little practice in the way of conversation - who was she supposed to talk to, the walls? - but she mustered together courage and gave it her best attempt. "I, um, no, I'm not hungry," Her lips lifted slightly in what she hoped was an encouraging smile, but she knew fright and self-consciousness was writ large on her face. Of course, there was also the matter of food; Eve hadn't lied. She wasn't hungry, but then again she never was for this food. But she could eat; yes, she wouldn't mind that. Her thoughts were interrupted yet again as another question vaulted her way. How long...? Good question; how long had she been here? "...I don't know, years," She said out loud, although barely loud enough for the girl to hear. As the last word escaped her lips, she paused in another moment of retrospection. Should she continue the conversation? To the best of her ability, they looked like other prisoners to her, and considering their roughed up state - oh look, one girl turned into a cat - they were ones with spirit. She felt herself allowing a wry smile, much to her chagrin. I suppose...they'll learn... Although she hoped they wouldn't have to.
"...So, um..." She turned towards the girl who had been kind enough to address her. "...mh, what's your name?"
(Just putting a lot of rambling out here for the benefit of any mind readers x3 Also, pattern of speech: developed!)
"...uhm, hey," She cringed at the sound of her own voice. She'd been told by her mother that she had a sweet voice, but for now, all she heard was a soft, breathy voice, almost swamped over with awkwardness. She had little practice in the way of conversation - who was she supposed to talk to, the walls? - but she mustered together courage and gave it her best attempt. "I, um, no, I'm not hungry," Her lips lifted slightly in what she hoped was an encouraging smile, but she knew fright and self-consciousness was writ large on her face. Of course, there was also the matter of food; Eve hadn't lied. She wasn't hungry, but then again she never was for this food. But she could eat; yes, she wouldn't mind that. Her thoughts were interrupted yet again as another question vaulted her way. How long...? Good question; how long had she been here? "...I don't know, years," She said out loud, although barely loud enough for the girl to hear. As the last word escaped her lips, she paused in another moment of retrospection. Should she continue the conversation? To the best of her ability, they looked like other prisoners to her, and considering their roughed up state - oh look, one girl turned into a cat - they were ones with spirit. She felt herself allowing a wry smile, much to her chagrin. I suppose...they'll learn... Although she hoped they wouldn't have to.
"...So, um..." She turned towards the girl who had been kind enough to address her. "...mh, what's your name?"
(Just putting a lot of rambling out here for the benefit of any mind readers x3 Also, pattern of speech: developed!)
Lucas acquired another mound of food for his still unsatisfied appetite, sitting lazily at his previous spot. He looked on as the girl began to speak, shuffling closer to listen in on her thoughts. Lucas was intrigued by this girl, by her powers, her lack of thoughts, and... something else, though he knew not what. The 16-year old marked this fact down in his notebook, returning to his routine immediately afterward.
"I'm Ashley," she introduced herself as she wiped her hand off on her already relatively dirty jeans. Fuck, did I seriously burn them? "How about you?" she half wondered how long the girl had been here, she didn't seem to be the best at making conversation. Or maybe she just didn't talk to people in the first place?
Eve was beginning to unconsciously inch away nervously from the girl - regardless of how much she was twitching and fidgeting, she wouldn't break out in a cold sweat, yay for powers - when she noticed some rather odd behavior. It seemed...eccentric and repetitive yet with some form of purpose, some motive. And it was originating from a dark haired teenager around her own age. The male was shuffling closer and closer, as though gaining interest in what was being said... Eavesdropping?!
Impossible. They were too far away for the male to actually hear them; but from what she'd seen so far, most - if not all - of the people in the room seemed to be as she was. ...Gifted, for lack of a better term (if it could be considered a gift). She wouldn't put much past the group, included enhanced hearing or otherwise different forms of interference in the conversation. That, and the fact that he looked up, scribbled something in a notebook and repeated the motions seemingly at random left her rather puzzled. Some part of her wondered if it was just coincidence; perhaps he was just drawing all the people in the room - she'd sympathize as she herself was fond of drawing, but the whole thing seemed rather shady to her. Well, considering the state of the merry band, she wouldn't blame the male for collecting as much intel as he could. That being said, with Eve's preposterous social skills, she was openly, curiously staring at the tall male - if she sensed something was up, might as well make it felt.
Her attention flickered back and forth between the girl before her and the male before she collected herself together - her brain was buzzing with too many thoughts from all the new stimuli to effectively concentrate on one thing - and diverted her attention to the girl who introduced herself as Ashley. While slightly chagrined that her observation was being interrupted by the individual, she was actually glad she could interact with someone and not stand around awkwardly - Ashley seemed nice, too. "...Ah, nice to meet you...Ashley," She tried out the name experimentally - most people used names early in the conversation to remember them, but Eve wouldn't have much problems with that, would she? "...I-I'm Eve," She offered shyly, nodding amiably at the girl. Now that introductions were underway and names were exchanged, Eve was beginning to feel a certain amount of closure with this girl. But all that aside, her curiosity really was beginning to weigh too heavily on the female's mind. "...So, um, if you don't mind me asking," She nodded her head towards the room of people, all occupied in their own activities, "...what happened here?"
Impossible. They were too far away for the male to actually hear them; but from what she'd seen so far, most - if not all - of the people in the room seemed to be as she was. ...Gifted, for lack of a better term (if it could be considered a gift). She wouldn't put much past the group, included enhanced hearing or otherwise different forms of interference in the conversation. That, and the fact that he looked up, scribbled something in a notebook and repeated the motions seemingly at random left her rather puzzled. Some part of her wondered if it was just coincidence; perhaps he was just drawing all the people in the room - she'd sympathize as she herself was fond of drawing, but the whole thing seemed rather shady to her. Well, considering the state of the merry band, she wouldn't blame the male for collecting as much intel as he could. That being said, with Eve's preposterous social skills, she was openly, curiously staring at the tall male - if she sensed something was up, might as well make it felt.
Her attention flickered back and forth between the girl before her and the male before she collected herself together - her brain was buzzing with too many thoughts from all the new stimuli to effectively concentrate on one thing - and diverted her attention to the girl who introduced herself as Ashley. While slightly chagrined that her observation was being interrupted by the individual, she was actually glad she could interact with someone and not stand around awkwardly - Ashley seemed nice, too. "...Ah, nice to meet you...Ashley," She tried out the name experimentally - most people used names early in the conversation to remember them, but Eve wouldn't have much problems with that, would she? "...I-I'm Eve," She offered shyly, nodding amiably at the girl. Now that introductions were underway and names were exchanged, Eve was beginning to feel a certain amount of closure with this girl. But all that aside, her curiosity really was beginning to weigh too heavily on the female's mind. "...So, um, if you don't mind me asking," She nodded her head towards the room of people, all occupied in their own activities, "...what happened here?"
Lucas continued listening on Eve's thoughts, now becoming a bit erratic. In the sea of thoughts washing into the girl's mind, Lucas found a slightly troubling idea. Hm... She suspects something. Maybe she's more intelligent than I gave her credit for. Still... He once again marked this fact down in his notebook, the section on Eve becoming increasingly full. Lucas turned his head from the conversation, not wanting to be caught, and began to eat once more.
Nathan examined the new people.He wanted to keep a careful eye on them.They could end up turning on him.He got up and looked around the buffet.There was a big dessert area.He walked over and looked over the options.There were various cakes and cookies and more.He moved his hand over all his options.He finally chose a big vanilla cake.He picked the tray up like claw in one of those games.He sat down again and ate the cake.
Laura rolled her eyes. 'Welp, I'm over this.' she thought. She walked over to the area where the food was and started to look around, while sneaking glances at the others in the room. Laura picked out something she liked then sat down to eat at a faraway table. 'I haven't had a decent meal in who knows how long.' she thought.