On the Run (IC)

[Kiwilee]

Chloe sat herself in the middle of the white room, chewing on her nails (a bad habit she had picked up since the first day of being here). At this point the screaming was only about once or twice a day and the sobbing only happened what felt like every couple of hours. She watched one of the guards pause at her room, look through the small window and continue on his way. Each day they did this about four times (she counted), the same smug looks on their faces.

Chloe traced the pattern of six marks down her arm; six being the number of days that she had been in this hell so far. The bruises on her upper arms from being held down were just an added bonus. Chloe knew she wasn't the only one taken here, but whenever she tried to ask a question the doctors or guards just told her, "there was an accident" or "later". She had come to the conclusion that the people here had a completely different definition of the word "later" than she did.

There had been more than a few times Chloe had felt random bursts of adrenaline and all of a sudden something strange would happen. The third day she had been here the doctor and his assistant held her down to give her a needle and it was as though something had shoved them into the wall. Before Chloe had any time to react, a guard ran in and helped them. At first she thought that she had gone crazy, but similar things happened over and over again. She only wished those same things would happen to the walls of this place that kept her from her freedom.

Chloe heard a loud beep as the door to her room opened and a guard came in, followed by a doctor with a tray of food. "Eat up," He said with an all too cheery voice that made Chloe's blood boil, "I'll be back in an hour or so." Chloe didn't say a word as the doctor set it on her night stand and left the room. Chloe dug her nails into the palms of her hands and without warning she heard a loud noise as the tray hit the wall and broke in two, the food going with it. She let out a cry of frustration and buried her head in her hands.

[Silyan]

Vivian laid on her small bed, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes were glazed over as she laid there, thinking deeply. It felt like her whole spirit was so close to breaking, but she was trying to stay hanging on. It hurt like hell, to keep herself together, but she knew if she didn't fight then she wouldn't be who she was.

As the door opened and someone set down food for her, Vivian remained silent. She had no words for these people anymore, not after using every forbidden word in her vocabulary. It had no effect anyway. The blank lifelessness in her eyes flitted with interest as she turned her head to see what had been set down, blocking out any words that were said. The small inkling of interest in her expression left as quick as it came and the pained, dying look returned.

As the door shut, Vivian slowly sat up, and stared at the food. Debating whether or not to eat it, she made her way over to the tray. Except she didn't walk, she floated about and inch above the ground. Once she noticed, her feet hit the ground as if she had never been floating. It had happened a couple times before, but it didn't really matter to her at this point. Her eyes flitted to the door where guards seemed to be outside and a scowl overcame her neutral expression. "Dirty scum bags...." Vivian growled, narrowing her eyes before looking to the food. Her fist came down on the end of the tray, effectively sending it flying towards the door before it clattered to the floor, leaving the food splattered on the walls and door. Without another word, she took a seat on her bed in silence.

[MsKittyCatty]

Gwen sat on the floor of the white room, right in the middle of it. She would only glance up when the door to her room opened, too pissed to look up anytime someone just peeked in through the window of the door. She knew she was like an animal in a cage… at the zoo where they feed them outside of their natural habitat. But since there’s a place to lay down and they aren’t dying, of well it must be just as good. Gwen scoffed out loud at the thought. She hated being left alone to her thoughts. Whenever she was, she began questioning all the decisions she had ever made in her life. It was not a pleasant subject for her. Cause that would lead to who she really was, and what her future was. And as of right now, her future looked rather dim.

Gwen looked up slowly, bright blue eyes shining even brighter since the dark circles under her eyes had come about since being in here. She hated being without makeup. At least there wasn’t a mirror in here. A beep rang out and she saw the guard and doctor bring her her food. She always got served on a plastic tray, the guards and doctors only getting near her with rubber gloves on so she couldn’t shock them. Gwen found it funny. She knew they were afraid of her. Heck, she was afraid of herself. It was scary to see sparks flying off your palms for no reason. Not to mention it burned like hell. Her palms and wrists had millions of small, intricate burn markings from the electricity. The doctors never even bothered to give her something soothing for the burns and pain, they just let her weep and pound her fists on anything she could until they just started to throb. Soon the throbbing would end and the pain would subside, and she would have another accident and a bolt like lightning would fly from her and hit a wall.

Gwen took the tray as they handed it to her, looking grim and unamused as they walked back out. She watched them leave and looked back down at the food, almost afraid to eat it. She had no idea if what they were feeding her was making her spark, or if it was drugging her, or if it was killing her. She set it aside and grabbed her stomach, starving, but too frightened to eat at the moment. If only she had company she wouldn’t be so miserable. But they kept her isolated. Then again, she could understand how she would be a danger to others. She pouted slightly, trying to fight back the tears, wondering if anyone even missed her.

[PsychoMantis]

The G-man walked through the halls unnoticed by any of the guards or workers. He walked into one of the guards before 'assuming control'. The guard lost all consciousness but kept moving, as if he was a puppet and the G-man held the strings. He walked through the halls, if the guards face and eyes hadn't been obscured by goggles and such people would have noticed the ghost like paleness of his skin and the eyes that were almost always white before flickering to the G-Mans robotic looking eyes.

The guard suddenly started patting himself all over as if looking for something. His head almost snapped to position when another guard walked past, twirling keys around his finger. The guard fell to the ground as if he had, had a heart-attack. The guard with the keys was no longer himself now. He walked to one of the cells in a strange manner, limbs flying out at different angles, bones seeming to poke at his clothing. He opened the cell to reveal a girl, with her head in her hands. The guard stared for a minute before turning 180 degrees, walking out and locking the door. The G-Man was now visible to Chloe.

He started to speak in the strange manner that he did. Pronouncing capitals where they weren't needed, using the wrong pronunciation of words, etc.
"Rise and shine, Ms. Wright. Rise and... shine. Not that I... wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job. No one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until... well, let's just say your hour has... come again." The noises of her friends before the explosion sounded out quietly after he breathed.

"The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. So, wake up, Ms. Wright. Wake up and...smell the ashes..." The explosion was heard.

"You've done so well, that I've received some interesting offers for your services." Some unintelligible language sounded in an almost whisper.
"Ordinarily, I wouldn't contemplate them... but these are extraordinary times."
"Rather than offer you the illusion of free choice, I will take the liberty of choosing for you... if and when your time comes round again. I do apologize for what must seem to you an arbitrary imposition, Ms. Wright. I trust it will all make sense to you in the course of... well... I'm really not at liberty to say. In the meantime... this is where I get off." A train going by quickly made it's fake noise as the G-Man walked to the door, it opened and he walked out, leaving it gaping open.

[IntenseInsanity]

There was no white room.

There was no feeling of security or happiness, but there was neither pain nor fear either.

Just clouds.

Dani had just sat in complete and utter silence in an endless field of clouds and sky for what felt like days. At times, people would try to enter the field of clouds through a sudden passage way that opened up sometimes, and they all wore the same things. Some carried plates of food, others needles and medicine bottles, but they never got passed the clouds. The first man to witness what Dani had awoken too was a short, white-suited man. He had opened the passage way with a smug smile on his face, but it had quickly vanished when he saw the “room”. He dropped his clip board with slight surprise, and it had landed with a dull thud as it would on normal, linoleum flooring, and then he closed the door and vanished into the cloudy landscape. There were loud shouts from somewhere. Many more men tried to enter, but always seemed to end up backing away or not enter at all.

Dani had forgotten to call out to the men for questioning, for she too had been stunned by the endless clouds and sky.

On the first day, Danielle slept. She stayed asleep until the afternoon of the second day, where she slowly sat up and discovered her cloudy surroundings. This was the same day the “doctor” had tried to enter her room. (The clipboard had simply been forgotten on the floor for the next few days). On the next day, a plate of food was slide across the clouds, but Dani refused to move from her spot on the bed, which was entirely visible, as she believed it to be the only place she could step on. The food still remains on the floor, and it even began to pile up as she was given more and more.

After growing too hungry to bear, Dani had tried to drag a plate of food over with her foot. She successfully retrieved whatever slop they were feeding her, and managed to fill her stomach.

Dani then proceeded to sleep or stare for the next few days, her mind still too jumbled and confused to try and figure out why she and the bed she clung too floated amongst a sea of air. After finally catching up to the present, we find a livelier Dani, her head a few feet away from the clouds below, leaning forward from her spot on the bed. She could hear footsteps from somewhere, and the bad smelling food combined with said footsteps and that clipboard in the corner had finally piqued her interest to start moving around. Her eyes narrowed against the cloud below her, and she saw every tiny detail and whisp of it, as if her eye sight had gotten better overnight. While investing the clouds under her, she failed to notice the corners had started to fade away, showing beneath the sky white walls and floors. The landscape slowly began to fade away as Danielle lost interest in it, and she only noticed when she finally pulled herself away from the edge of the bed. She watched as the white room slowly began to eat away at her dreamy landscape until only the center of the room remained as it was. Suddenly seeing through the illusion, Danielle placed her feet on the floor, and slowly stood up. She wobbled for a moment, finding it difficult to achieve balance, and then she took a step onto the remaining sky. Instantly, the illusion vanished, and Dani was left in a small, white room, only the smell of rotten food and sounds of outside the room remaining.

She failed to hold in a scream, and instantly she collapsed into a ball of wails and shrieks and tears.

There was the sudden sound of footsteps approaching, but Dani, too shocked by the sudden disappearance of the land she had grown used to and realizing that she had been kidnapped and locked in a room, didn’t move or try to collect herself. Instead, she uncurled herself and flipped onto her back, splayed out like a starfish. She continued to howl, too confused on how that world had been created and how she was alone and cold and angry and sad, until three men in white burst into her cell.

”The clouds are gone!” one of them said excitedly. The two left silent nodded grimly, and then slowly entered the room. Dani blinked, rubbing her tear streaked face as she slowly sat up and stared at the men,

“Y-ou… Here to help me?” she asked, her words slurring greatly. Without saying anything, they were suddenly upon her, probing her stomach and face with their fingers. One man examined her eyes, while the others worked on her hands and ears. After a few minutes of torturous checkups, Dani was soon left alone again. Confused, she slowly gathered herself up and managed to stand, hobbling towards the door. She put her ear to it and heard the footsteps and voices clearly, but none of them seemed to be about her. Dani sighed, slowly sliding down to the base of the door. Where was she… How did she get here? Where did that sky go? How did the sky get there? Dani began to play questions around in her head until she felt as though she could answer some of them. That managed to calm her down enough to let her think reasonably. Maybe now was the time to think of an escape plan! … She grew bored after a moment, and then remembered the clip board in the corner. That may be able to curve her numbness and boredom and give her something to think about. She limped over to it, picked it up, and then made her way back to her bed. All that walking had left her tired and aching, so she laid down on her back and lifted the word-covered clip board above her,

“What… All these are names…” she muttered, managing the say it without slurring her words. Unfamiliar names, Chloe Wright, Gwen Sparks, Joshua Malone… Who were these people? Dani eventually found her name, growing even more curious then before. Her eyes flicked across the pages tiredly, until the corners of her vision began to darken. Sleep crept up on her slowly, and soon pounced from behind. Danielle was soon fast asleep, the clipboard slipping from her fingers, onto the floor beneath her bed.

And as soon as her mind blackened, an illusion began, fire filled the room, spewing out from under the door messily. All without the knowledge of the mind creating it.

[Aang]

Chase. Crush. Eat.

These words repeated over and over again in his mind as he charged on all fours behind his target. He dodged trees and branches, crushed plants and small animals, destroying everything in this enormous dark jungle that came between him and the man in white. There was a great rage in his heart, accompanied by a crippling hunger in his stomach that kept him focused and determined on the chase. As soon as he could get his hands on that white cloak...he would tear the man's limbs apart with his enormous arms. His rock-hard fists, the size of boulders, would pound on the man's chest until it caved in and his organs exploded leading to his immediate death.

Suddenly, however, the jungle seemed to be shrinking. Trees were disappearing into darkness all around him. It was a concerning sight, but luckily it gave the man in white less space to run. The man was only a couple yards ahead of him now. One yard. Barely a foot. Just as he reached his enormous, furry arm to grab him, the man turned around to reveal a gun in his hand and shot it. The shot sent a dart the size of a pencil into his chest. It was a sharp pain, but only made him angrier. He let out a loud roar and reached for the man again, only to receive three more darts into his chest. The jungle was spinning around him now. He felt as though he were going blind. The darkness was swallowing him. He collapsed.

Kris awoke on a cold, white-tiled floor in a room with the size and comfort of a prison cell. He found himself in the fetal position, shivering terribly and his entire body was incredibly sore. There was a bed to his left, so he carefully mounted it only to realize that it was just as stiff and cold as the floor. His mind was in a dizzy haze, but as he looked around the room he saw a pair of grey sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. Both were completely ripped apart as though they were put through a shredder machine. Surrounding the spot where he had just been laying down, Kris noticed an outline of dark fur. Among the fur there were four, clear darts that were bloody at the tips. As his confusion quickly escalated to panic, Kris looked around for an exit, only to see a shut metal door on the other side of the room with multiple dents in it. He then approached the door, stumbling at first from dizziness, and looked through a small window at the top of it. On the other side he saw two men in white suits, similar to the man from his dream. They held clipboards and appeared to be discussing something urgent. Kris pressed his ear against the door to listen.

"Yes sir, Woodson refuses to go anywhere near this one again. As a matter of fact, he's declared that he'll be working exclusively in the other building from now on. Believes even being in the same building as this one isn't safe."

"That's ridiculous. He should understand by now what kind of people we're dealing with here. We're taking all necessary precautions. What's the problem with this one?"

"Well, sir...according to Woodson, he entered the room to observe the subject, but he was asleep. So when he tried to wake him up, the subject became very agitated and suddenly...transformed."

"Transformed into what, exactly?"

"An ape, sir. A silverback gorilla to be exact, according to Woodson's description. The subject supposedly transformed into the gorilla and chased Woodson out of the cell, nearly taking his life if it weren't for the sedative gun he was carrying. After a few shots the subject--wait! There he is! He's awake!"

The man pointed at Kris through the window. Kris quickly ducked down and backed away into the furthest corner of the room, his heart pounding and body still shaking.

[maxxorlord]

Joshua sat on the bed, starring at the white floor. His face was crunched and filled with anger. He was breathing in and out of his nose very quickly, and he seemed to be hyperventilating. He wasn't, though. This was Joshua's way of controlling his anger. He knew he had to prepare himself, because this was about the time the guard came with food..Joshua had a plan, sure, it was suicidal, but it was still a plan. When the sound of metal creaking entered his ears, Joshua looked up to see a guard holding a tray of food."Snack time, freak." The guard scoffed, setting it down on the ground.

As the guard turned, that's when Joshua made his move. He ducked forward, grabbing the tray with both hands. The food went flying off as he ran at the guard. The guard was half way through turning around when Joshua swung the tray at his face. BAM! The guard dropped to the ground, unconscious with a bloody, and probably broken nose."Have a nice nap." Joshua said, spitting on the guard. He turned to look at the open door, hesitating for a moment. What happens when they catch me..? Will they stick me in a place I can't escape from? And what if there are others...I can't just..leave them. Joshua began to list off questions and excuses in his mind, not sure if what he had done was the right choice.

Footsteps stopped his self argument, though. Two guards wielding tranquilizer guns were patrolling the hall, they stopped, pointing at him."Hey! Get back in your cell- Jim? What'd you do to Jim?!" One yelled, as they walked towards Joshua. He stood their, paralyzed. Suddenly, the two of them began to fire tranquilizers at him. Joshua closed his eyes, waiting to fall unconscious. He opened them, hearing the guns firing but not feeling anything. Looking down at his stomach, Joshua could see the darts flying through him as if he was just a hologram. Joshua charged forward, his survival instinct kicking in. He ran through the guards, a chill going up all three of their spines as he went out the other side. The two guards seemed dazed for the moment, and Joshua took this moment to go sprinting down the hall."JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL BREEEEEEEEEEAK!" He screamed at the top of the lungs as he ran, turning a corner. He was just asking for more guards to come for him..But maybe, just maybe, there were others like him in earshot. Otherwise...This was going to end badly.

[Haldarious]

He watched the dust rearrange itself, twisting into rippling patterns, like a Japanese rock garden. With a tiny gust, the dust blew apart into meaninglessness again. He sighed.

Zack Paradyse sat on the floor in his tiny bedroom, staring at the floor. He exhaled, and with that exhalation came a great wind, stirring up the sheets and his clothes. He created a combination of gusts to put all the room's dust in the center again, and he drew concentric patterns in it with his finger.

These little Zen gardens were how Zack spent most of his time here, in this nameless, faceless institution. He was confined to this room, only leaving when forcibly dragged away for "tests". He had thought about why he was here, and what this place is; he went with the most obvious option, that he was being examined because of his newly developed power by the government or some corporation. He heard his door open, but did not look up. Someone announced "Time to eat!" and set a plate of cafeteria food on Zack's nightstand. Zack mumbled unintelligibly as the food bringer left. He stood up and looked at the food; the most generic continental breakfast possible. He set it aside. He continued to stylize a mandala in the dust. Entertainment, at least.

Before he had the chance to go back to his drawing, two silent faculty, clad in goggles and lab coats, entered and held him to the ground. "But... my drawing..." was all he managed to get out before a syringe was plunged into his vein.

He woke up in the usual place: on an operating table, surrounded by complex equipment, with wires attached to his head and tubes in his arms. They asked him a barrage of questions, seemingly for a psychological test, and he answered dispassionately to them all. He was knocked out again, and woke up on his white bed in his white room. So much white. He sat up and hit the bed in anger. Involuntary, he created a gale in his room that knocked his nightstand over, his breakfast spilled onto the floor. His eyes widened.

Why did he let himself stay here? The explosion had given him great powers. He could control the air, the most material on Earth; if he could topple this nightstand, what else could he topple? Zack raised his hand in front of him, and another gale blew the food across the room, eggs splattered against the wall. The nameless staff of this institution referred to him and some others (who he had never seen, only ever overheard about) as "radioactive trash". This is trash? This mighty power?

Zack took his eyes off the nightstand and walked to the center of the room. The air around him began to spin. Zack closed his eyes and concentrated. The wind grew even stronger, and the nightstand was picked up in the gale. A small tornado occurring in his bedroom. He strained himself even more, and the sheets flew off the bed to join in the circle of wind surrounding Zack, standing in the eye of the storm. Paint started shipping from the walls, joining the rest of the furniture. Wind so fast that it would shear off skin. He was sweating now. Finally, the bed itself joined the fray, revolving around Zack at an incredible speed. Still not enough. The winds must have been going at least 70 mph at this point. His face was turning red....

Then, it finally happened. Under all the strain of the wind, the door burst off its hinges. Even a sturdy metal door couldn't stand against a tornado.

Still sweating, Zack sat down, exhausted. His powers didn't come for free. But he got up, and clambered over the remains of the bed. For the first time in weeks, Zack "radioactive trash" Paradyse smiled.

"One man's trash is another man's treasure," he said to himself, and took a step out of his room.

[[OoC: yes, he is able to skillfully control his powers, whichisn't supposed to be. But you'll see, friends... you'll see...]]

[BiHeathen]

Jerick sat curled up in a corner of the room, the white walls mocking him. His eyes were red and poofy from him crying nonstop since he woke up in this place. He chewed his bottom lip and sniffled as more tears streamed down his cheeks. The only thing he remember before waking up in the white room was an explosion that sent his car flying and killed his best friend. He wondered if anyone was looking for him. Jerick's hair, which was normally styled and on point, was a mess and matted in different areas. His chest heaved in and out, his breathing becoming difficult which would happen when he had mild anxiety attacks. Out of frustration, Jerick pounded his head softly against the white wall in the corner over and over. This continued until a beeping noise was heard at the door and three people entered his room, one carrying a tray with food on it. Food was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to get out of this place. He didn't even know what this place was. Jerick looked up at the two men and the female doctor as they eyed him sitting in the corner like a scared animal.

"Time to eat, Jerick." The doctor looked to be in her fifty, although you could clearly see wrinkles on her face. Her voice was a bit deeper than a normal woman. She probably smoked. Rage instantly filled Jerick as he looked them in the eyes. Then he remembered that his hands were bound behind his back. A few days earlier something weird happened. When the men in suits tried to pin him down on a table to inspect him, Jerick brought his hands up as a reflex and before he knew it, everything in the room was motionless. As if time had stopped. This seemed to only last a few seconds before they became unfrozen and proceeded to tranquilize him. They realized what he could do and named it Molecular Immobilization. Similar to time stopping, but it affected molecules; not time. Time didn't freeze at all. Molecules basically slowed down to the point things appear motionless. What they also noticed was that it was triggered by his hands. So they made sure they were bound at all times. Marks on his wrists were visible from the cuffs they had him in and they were getting quite uncomfortable.

"Fuck your food you evil bitch." The two men at her side charged at Jerick and dragged him to the bed, him kicking and yelling trying to resist. Once they got him on there, they stuck him with a needle that would soon put him to sleep. The doctor came up to his side and looked down at him.

"Must you make things so difficult?" The woman had a smirk on her face as she watched Jerick slip into a deep sleep. Before he did, he spit in her face and tried to get a few more words out.

"Old wrinkly bitc...." Jerick couldn't even finish his insult as he soon fell asleep from the drugs. One of the men took his food try and sat it down on the nightstand. Almost immediately, the three people that worked at the facility left and locked Jerick's door.

[Kiwilee]

Chloe figured that she was dreaming or that she really had gone insane, but the sounds of the screams and the explosion were all too real. "Who the hell are you?!" She yelled, but before she knew it the mysterious man was gone as if he disappeared into thin air. She stared at the door for a moment, expecting to wake up and realize that this was only her false hope imagining things.

Lifting herself up from the floor, Chloe wavered for a moment before catching herself on the wall beside her. She hadn't fully used her legs in days, and standing only made it worse. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she peered around the corner and her breathing only grew heavier despite trying to quiet it. Suddenly, she heard a commotion in the hallway and a boy about her age was running in the opposite direction yelling "JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL BREEEEEEEEEEAK!" at the top of his lungs with two guards hot on his trail.

Chloe took a breath, stepped out of her room and said, "Hey!", although her voice cracked and it was evident that it didn't have the same effect as she was hoping. Chloe cleared her throat and shouted, "HEY!" once more and this time it echoed. It was something that she wouldn't have normally done but the situation called for desperate measures and she was hoping that luck would be on her side. One of them had stopped in his tracks while the other continued to chase the other boy. The guard pointed his gun at her and started to run in her direction. Her heart rate sped up, but nothing was happening. Suddenly the guard was only a few feet away from her.

"You little--", the guard started to say, but he was cut short as his body slammed into the wall. For a moment Chloe stood there and felt a small smile come onto her lips, but she realized that none of them had much time. She kicked the gun away from him just to be safe and ran to the room right across from hers. The door read "Vivian DeSoto" right underneath the window. Chloe proceeded to shake the door handle and then bang on it out of frustration when it wouldn't budge.

"Dammit." Chloe muttered. She looked around for a moment, realizing each door had its own card reader. Biting her lip, Chloe tip toed over to the guard that was passed out against the wall and spotted a plastic identification card hanging from his belt. With shaking hands Chloe unclipped the card and prayed that it would work.

"Come on, come on," she repeated over and over. At first she had dropped the card, due to a loud crash down the hall. But using both hands she had swiped it through and almost cried when she heard the beeping noise of the door opening.