gamer5910 said
Flippy starred into Vlad's eyes not being intimidated by Vlad. "Oh but Vlad it's not me who is wrong..." Flippy said while waiting for Vlad to find out what he was doing. Finally it was made obvious that Flippy's right arm was bleeding and Vlad could see the small trail behind Flippy and feel the red fluid coming out of his arm "It is you who is WRONG!" he shouted at Vlad. Flippy then wrapped his right arm around Vlad's left arm, and let his blood slowly cover spots of Vlad's arm "You see Vlad you may be able to hide behind all your precious threats, but your just a weak foolish old man." Flippy had then his blood into small spikes/needles digging into Vlad's left arm.

Vlad smiled when he felt Flippy's spikes dig into his arm. "Boy you underestimate me." Vlad casually took the stun gun from his belt. He rarely used it. He preferred to inflict his punishments a different way. But he would use it when he needed to. He pressed the stun gun against Flippy's neck right above the collar her had placed on the boy. "You are going to regret that. I am going to make you hurt in ways that you've never imagined."

Allison smiled as she flopped down her bed, staring at the ceiling for a little while. "I'm bored..." she muttered to no one in particular. "..and I miss my folks..." However, knowing that she won't be seeing them anytime soon, she sat up from the bed and simply closed her eyes. She's a new experiment, so she'll have to adjust with new people like her. "Well, how hard can it be with superpowered juvies?" she asked herself with a grin. She chuckled and took off her shoes and loosens her tie before lying back down in bed. She suddenly remembered Vlad, the old man who experimented on her. She volunteered for this program...it was risky, but it seems better than rotting away in jail. Besides, this apartment complex is sweet.

"Man, Vlad sure is one hell of a guy," she commented. Being an old man, Allison felt the need to respect the guy, and the man's stern and controlling behavior reminds her too much of her grandfather, who's perhaps the only man she ever had in her life. He'll probably not hesitate to give out cruel punishments if you ever oppose him, fortunately, Allison knows how to deal with this kind of people. Unfortunately, in these circumstances, she doesn't have a choice but to follow him. Well, actually she does, but she doesn't feel like going back to rebelling against someone with authority.

"Speaking of which," she wondered to herself, her eyes slowly closing to sleep, but her grin was still in place. "I wonder how I can bother--I mean get along with some people here...this is gonna be fun!"

The next morning all the teens were once again lead out of their rooms to the dinning room. Vlad had something special planned for them. He had a practice mission to see if they could work together. He doubted that they would succeed. They didnt like or trust each other. He smiled as the guards lead Roxy into the room. "Good morning pet. I trust you slept well."

Allison grumbled sleepily as she drags herself with the guards. They told her that they were going to the dining room. Allison doesn't mind breakfast, but then, she was never a morning person in the first place. She let the guards lead her to the dining room, sitting down when she reaches the table. She rubs her eyes as she takes in the other people in the room. There's Vlad, and some girl whom he calls his pet. Allison shrugged, she better get used to this place if this is gonna get weird for her. She turned to Vlad and gave him a lazy wave.

"G'morning, sir," she drawled before straightening politely.

Atisuto opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He sat up, wincing when he moved his hands. He frowned, quite mad, but happy the cuts healed on his hands. Vlad had come into his room and punished him, for what reason? He did not now. Vlad had tied up his hands and used a knife to create many, many short cuts in his hands, making moving them in any way painful. They healed so that he could still use his drawing abilities with them, but it'd hurt like Hell. He got up and changed, still slightly wincing as he moved his hands.

He left his room once he was dressed and avoided touching anything to hopefully further deprovoke any more pains. He was escorted to the Dining room where Breakfast was served. She sat down at an empty table and slightly painfully drew some gauze tape, the ones he had were now blood-stained and uncomfortable. He threw away the used ones and wrapped his hands back up neatly. He looked over to see only two other people in the room, Allison and Vlad. He ignored Allison and leaned back on the seat of the table. "What's on the agenda today, Vlad-y ol' pal?" he asked with a smirk.

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Kanjo sat up on his bed and stared at the wall. Last night had been quite the night. Kanjo, with his ability to take in massive amounts of pain and his Schizophrenia (which causes him to reat to things physically and emotionally different than most people), so Vlad had a hard time making him feel pain and getting a reaction out of him. First he tried using a knife, then a butcher knife, then a belt, and then finally a belt with sharp shards of glass attached to it. He felt a bit of pain at the butcher knife, but never actually showed any of it until the belt with sharp shards of glass.

Now, his back was cut and bruised to quite a degree, with a bit of the wounds now stopped bleeding and atleast a bit bearable. He put on his clothes, yet didn't wince when he put on a shirt. Due to his pain resistance, he didn't feel much pain from the shirt touching the wounds. He got up and walked out f his room, being led to the Dining room by a guard and sitting at a table in the corner.

He saw two of the other inmates in the Dining room but ignored them. Vlad was there too, so he ignored them all. He sat on the seat of the table and went back into the fetal position, which was a spot he quite like to do. It helped block out the other people and his life of his.

When the guards came for Flippy he was still passed out on the floor with no shirt on, so they grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the dinning room. When they arrived with Flippy the guards seated his unconscious body next to Kanjo in high hopes something like yesterday will happen they even made a game out of it. One of the guards bet fifteen dollars on Flippy getting into a fist fight with Kanjo and the other bet that they wouldn't get into a fist fight.

Lucy sat up from her bed as the guards came, wincing. She had gotten the rest of her punishment, and she suspected everyone else did. She followed along after the guards, bare feet dragging across the ground. As they came to the dining room, Lucy saw that a few others were also there. She sat in an empty seat and stared intently at the table cloth. There was nothing of interest going on, though one of the experiments was unconscious in his chair. Flippy, or whatever his name was. She shifted her gaze over to Roxy, thinking about was this day would lead to. Most likely misbehavior and punishment in her opinion, but who knew with this group.

Roxy whinced when Flippy was lead into the dinning room. Atleast she wasn't only one that had had a bad night. She leaned against the wall as far from Vlad as she could get. She wanted to leave the tommy but she knew doing so was impossible. She noticed that everyone kept their distance from one another. Awhile she understood they weren't going to accomplish anything alone.

Cassandra had spent most of the night awake, mainly due to the fact that Vlad had visited, as she assumed he had for most of the others as well. His visit wasn't so bad, at least for her, yet she could just imagine what he was doing to the others, and that pained her more then anything he could do to her.

She sat, with the glow of the moon bathed on her, eyes closed, legs crossed, and hands placed lightly on her knees, and focused her power. She was able to close many of the wounds, leaving behind faint scars, and enabled her to move without pain. It took a long time and she took strength from the lunar energy to fuel her, eventually falling asleep for an hour or two.

When the guards came for her, she made an effort to talk wth them. To remind them she, and the others, were human still, no matter their powers and abilities. She walked up straight, and confident, as if the punishment hadn't effected her. She looked about the room, then she went to the other sde of Flippy, sitting down. She gently, carefully, shook his shoulder. "Hey. Are you okay?" It was a knee jerk question, and she winced. Of course he wasn't.

Allison raised any eyebrow at the people's pained faces and injuries. She tilted her head in wonder, and asked herself if this happens everyday. 'Seems like an extreme version of Gramps' discipline method..' she sheepishly thought. 'Probably worse than that...' She looked around the room and studied each of their appearances. There are already a couple of people here, and Allison also noticed how...distant they all are. To be honest, Allison doesn't care that much, but she has mastered pretending to care since she was ten. Most of them are nursing their injuries which they probably got from their punishments. Allison made a mental note not to piss Vlad off, not like she was planning to.

Noticing that the dining room is awfully quiet, save some few conversations here and there, Allison felt boredom crawling knocking on her door. 'Can't agree to that, can we?' she thought, before a grin spreads out of her face. "Did everybody had a nice night?!" she said loud enough for everybody to hear.

"My evening was wonderful thank you for asking." Roxy said sarcastically. "This crazy old scientist came to my room about two am. He tortured me until I could barely move. Then he went to read me the riot act about how I 'volunteered' for this. Which is when I reminded him that unlike some of the others I hadnt voluteered to this stupid experiment. Which o course when he decide that I hadnt been punished enough and started on my again. How was your night?"

Caits said
When the guards came for her, she made an effort to talk wth them. To remind them she, and the others, were human still, no matter their powers and abilities. She walked up straight, and confident, as if the punishment hadn't effected her. She looked about the room, then she went to the other sde of Flippy, sitting down. She gently, carefully, shook his shoulder. "Hey. Are you okay?" It was a knee jerk question, and she winced. Of course he wasn't.

Flippy slowly raised his head from the table with a yawn. "What, where am I?" he asked before looking around. Flippy saw he was in the dinning room sitting close to Kanjo and Cassandra was next to him, he heard Cassandra's question and began to answer it "Oh, yeah i'm fine beside what happened last night in my room besides that i'm fine. For now..."

Spark had enjoyed her little punishment from Vlad the other night, although she'd never let the old man know that she actually liked the pain. If he knew that he might do something less pleasant to punish her then. Most of the lashes she had received were superficial and only a few left some new scars to go along with her mosaic of old wounds. She decided not to mention her annoying visitor to the old man that night.

The next morning a guard was at her room to retrieve her. It was Jensen, the guard that was sweet on her. He ordered her to get dressed, although he neglected to leave the room while she found some clothes, and she put on some track pants with a tank top. They walked and talked. Jensen did the usual amount of staring while he escorted her. Eventually she made it to the dining room where a few others were already waiting. She didn't really care what any of the others had to say so she just sat down in a chair close to Vlad and waited for orders. There was no sense in small talk and it was immediately apparent that there would be no breakfast. Spark sat in her chair, arms crossed, just waiting.

Kanjo continued to sit in his chair as he waited for breakfast. That is, until an unconscious Flippy was set down to him and Cassandra sat down next to Flippy. He hissed at Flippy and growled at Cassandra before crawling across the seat to a different table that was empty. He still was mad at that dick of an inmate, Flippy, and didn't like socializing anyways. He heard his stomach rumble and growled, quite hungry.

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Atisuto leaned back at his table, quite bored, hungry and pissed, when an inmate he hadn't met yet ask if everybody had a nice night. He, still very pissed, sat up in his seat and responded. "My night was fucking fantastic, besides the fact that most of us were tortured!" he said sarcastically and pissedelly to the girl who asked. He leaned back and exhaled quite a bit, he needed to let off some steam.

To say the least, Allison as quite happy with their reactions. She laughed so hard at each of their outbursts. Allison likes the reaction of the guy who shouted, and decided that she'll push this guy's buttons at every chance she gets. "Great!" she said with an annoying smile on her face, then kept babbling. "I slept quite good here, though not enough since I just arrived last night." A grin grazed her features, one that was filled mischief and a bare hint of malice. "Name's Allison by the way."

"Alright children that is enough." Vlad told them. "Today we are going to have a practive mission. You will find a way to work together or I will make last nights punishment look like child's play." He warned them with a stern look. "You have one hour to choose a leader. I don't care who you appoint but since you will have a leader for each mission you will have one for this practice." With that he left the dinning room.

Alastair woke up when two guard beat in his door telling him to wake up, "Sleep good last night princess?" One of them mocked as they opened the door to escort him out. Alastair looked at him and studied him he was pretty sure this was the guard some of the others talked about he was a narrsist but never got punished for it. Alastair waited intel he got behind him he liked the other guard, he didn't talk much and was generally polite. Alastair don't move when he got up he just stood in the middle of the room. "You better move you little shit!" The guard behind him yelled as he pulled out a nightstick and hit Alastair on the top of his head blood started to trickle down Alastairs face he turned towards the guard and shook his head, before grabbing his face and slaming it into the wall knocking out the guard Alastair turned back towards the other guard with the same posture he had before when he wasn't moving but this time he put his hands out song that the guard could put hand cuffs on him and lead him down the hall. When Alastair arrived at the room he walked in an noticed vlad speaking he simply just found a seat and say down watching the guard whisper in Vlads ear what had happen in his room.

Vlad listened tonthevguard. He sighed. "Well it looks like Alistair is out of the running for leader and mission." Vlad smirked know that he had won their little bet. But he had to wonder why his son had decided to ruin his chance. "I am leavening Sargent Tompkins in charge of you while I deal with Alistair. Enjoy breakfast." Vlad grabbed Alistair by the collar and dragged him out of the room.

"Atisuto." he said in response to Allison. He knew what she was trying to do and he saw her shit-eating grin, he was smart. He smirked and leaned back in his seat. "And most nights it's good here." he said without a hint of sarcasm or pissedness, just relaxededness, before he drew a plate full of scrambled eggs and set them infront of him. He picked eggs because he always used to eat them back at home. Not that he liked home, he hated it, and was glad he left, but he ate only eggs in the morning for a long time. He drew a cup of water and a fork and sat them infront of him, eating quickly due to his hunger. While he was drawing the eggs, the water and the fork, he was slightly wincing and feeling pain in his hands because he had to move them. He was going to have to deal with pain while using his abilities for a while.

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Kanjo immediately darted forward towards the food, grabbing a plate and filling it with many, many waffles. He darted back to his table and began gulping them down as if they were a gazelle and he was a lion. He was hungry, and if you've ever seen a madman with Schizophrenia who's very hungry, you'd be likely to know that it was quite something to watch. Not too long later he finished, and was now stuffed. He picked at his teeth with his fingers and layed down on the table, now very bored and waiting.

KatherinWinter said
Vlad listened tonthevguard. He sighed. "Well it looks like Alistair is out of the running for leader and mission." Vlad smirked know that he had won their little bet. But he had to wonder why his son had decided to ruin his chance. "I am leavening Sargent Tompkins in charge of you while I deal with Alistair. Enjoy breakfast." Vlad grabbed Alistair by the collar and dragged him out of the room.

Alastair let him drag him out and just watched him for awhile as they were moving when they stopped he would ask about why he was being punished.