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House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Location: Vending Marching/Cafeteria

Rachel felt her heart sinking further and further into her stomach for every second of awkward and very hostile silence that occurred between her and the unknown silent guy. She had seen him roll his eyes at her, though she couldn't understand why. Hadn't she only asked a simple question? Rachel looked at the boy and clenthced her hands into a fist. Nothing irritated her more than being treated as if she were stupid. Especially for no apparent reason. Quickly and silently the unnamed guy reached out and began pressing buttons on the vending machine, leaving Rachel only to gawk and watch as snack after snack tumbled down. No Name/No Words grabbed his breakfast and without speaking once, he was gone. But after that oh-so-smooth interaction what else could she expect, that he would stay? Well it was nice talking to you too. Rachel mumbled to his back as she hugged herself, she suddenly felt very small as she stood there in a shocked silence.

Part of Rachel wanted to follow him and figure out what his problem was. She had done nothing to him, yet he treated her like garbage. However, the other, larger, part of Rachel felt more empty somehow. Her whole life she had been used to being left out and discarded. She never really had made friends, her father had disappeared the second he found out about her, and none of her biological family had wanted to take her in after her mother passed. She never really got used to being alone, but maybe that's just how her life was supposed to be.

She stared at a spot on the hallway floor realizing that this encounter had taken away any trace of hunger and will to interact with the others that she had within her before. Between her nightmare and this kid, today was already shaping up to be testing. And that was before whatever actual tests they were supposed to endure today. Inside of the cafeteria she could smell food of some sort and she could hear the chatter of the others. I should join them. Rachel thought to herself as she slid down the wall of the hallway until she was sitting down, long legs stretching in front of her. Maybe she should, but not yet. She wasn't ready for the possibility of another rejection like that.

House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Location: Bedroom-->Vending Machine
Interacting With: @Utrax

A man wearing a surgical mask stood above Rachel, her heart was thudding in her ears as he brought the obnoxiously huge needle closer to her restrained arm. The more you struggle, the more painful this will be for you. So I reccomend you calm down. The man had an accent though Rachel couldn't put her mind to recognizing its origin. Beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead began trickling down the sides of her face. Panic soared through her body as she fought against the metal restraints which only resulted in bruising and rubbing her skin. Please, Rachel begged with a sob, Please stop! You can't do this to me! I'm a human being, you can't do this! I'll scream! The man in the mask nodded to two other men in biohazard suits who immediately were at Rachel's side. Somehow she was filled with more panic as they forcefully held her writhing body down. One suited man's gloved hand covered her mouth. A loud buzzer type ringing filled Rachel's ears as more words came from behind the mask, Ah but darling if you screamed there'd be no one to hear you. Though she couldn't see his mouth, Rachel was positive behind the mask he wore a sinister grin. A piercing scream escaped her lungs as the the man brought down the syringe.

Rachel bolted upright in her bed still screaming. Just as suddenly she clasped her own hands over her mouth to silence herself. Her body was drenched in sweat causing the starchy sheets to stick uncomfortably to her legs. It was just a dream, you're okay. It was only a dream. Rachel spoke trying to calm her racing heart. Just as the thudding began to die down she realized that the buzzer noise from her dream was real. The alarm on the bedside clock was going off, announcing that it was 8am and time to get up. Rachel somehow mananged to silence the annoying alarm as the intercom came to life giving instructions and bringing Rachel back to reality. Taking a deep breath and sighing deeply, Rachel shakily made her way out of bed and to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that they had all of her daily products available in the bathroom. After showering she quickly tied the towel around her body while she dried her hair and put on traces of natural looking makeup. No amount of concealer could fully hide the bags under her huge blue-green eyes. Satisfied with her appearance Rachel headed back out to look for clothes, they couldn't be expected to keep living in the same clothing...right? Opening the dresser she gasped as she was greeted by clothing in her style, and all of it new by the looks of it. Rachel internally scolded herself for her extreme dreams. Look at this place, with everything that they had provided for their guests, how could they want to hurt them?

Rachel decided on a cute and bouncy boho patterned dress that fit just perfectly on her frame along with a pair of strapy sandals. Dressed and presentable Rachel left her room to try to find something to eat before she ran out of time. Down the hall she could smell something coming from the kitchens, but a protest from her stomach indicated that she wouldn't be able to hold down a full meal. Still, hunger was present.

Down the hall a bit Rachel's eyes fell on a vending machine, with the loner boy from last night lurking nearby it. Might as well start to try to make friends, Rachel thought to herself as she began walking down the hall to the vending machine and the boy. As she approached, Rachel didn't look at the boy, instead she propped her forearm up against the glass as she closely examined the machine's contents. Anything good in there? Rachel asked the stranger, hoping to spark up a conversation and to distract herself from the lurking remenants of the dream that still played through her mind.

House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Rachel's fork rattled on the plate signaling the completion of the meal. Suddenly, a voice projected through an intercom speaker breaking up the talk of superpowers and suspicions. She felt her already huge eyes widen as the voice went on, it really was 11 o'clock? It couldn't be. But as if on cue, Rachel felt her muscles begin to ache and her eyes begin to droop. Before the voice had finished talking, she found herself attempting to stifle a yawn. Slowly people began filing out of the cafeteria, though Rachel took her time. Though her body ached for rest, her mind wasn't quite onboard. She began looking around at all of the suited men. Suspicion and worry began clouding her thoughts and tugging her stomach into knots. Rachel quickly pushed herself up from the table suddenly feeling very alone and uneasy. Not meeting the eyes of any of the people in suits Rachel made her way out and to the hallway.

Scanning shiny plaques, Rachel's stomach fluttered with nerves and fear. The reality that she had no idea what would happen to her here was setting in and making her panic. Finally her eyes fell on her name above the number 20. Rachel's hand paused at the doorknob. What if this was a trap? What would she be walking into behind this door? Rachel looked around her at the seemingly empty hallway. The other's had room down here too right? She hadn't heard any screams or cries for help from any of them, so maybe it was safe for now. She twisted open the heavy metal knob.

Behind the door, Rachel was greeted by what looked to be a normal hotel room. It was definitely nicer than her current home, though that wasn't too hard to beat. Cautiously she wandered around the room, trying to find any hint of danger with the realization that she was most likely being watched at this very moment. Deciding that it was safe enough Rachel laid on the fluffy and was immediately met with utter comfort. Her entire body seemed to exhale in relief. I'm being so ridiculous... Rachel spoke to herself to break the silence. This can't be real, this can't be happening...This isn't real.

Tomorrow, they were going to be allowed to call family members to tell them about what was going on. Or so the voice had said. But, who would Rachel call? She had no one. Feeling her eyes become heavier with each blink up at the white ceiling, Rachel slowly and methodically ducked under the covers to rendezvous with her dreams.

House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Swirling the cup full of blue liquid in her hand, Rachel continued trying to figure out what was actually going on here. If this is real, and I end up ever getting out of here, I wonder what kind of power I'll have. Her internal monologue spoke, trying to find some sort of positivity and optimism in the entire situation. Watch, I'll probably end up with some bogus power...why am I even thinking like this? This isn't' real. It can't really be real. Can it? Rachel's daze was broken in seconds as she realized she had been staring. And worse, the guy was now staring back and calling her out for her gaze. She felt her cheeks start to burn and she was positive that they displayed a creeping blush. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, this is just a lot to take in right now... Her already soft voice trailed off into nothing more than a whisper. She was embarrassed, but luckily the other boy didn't seem too upset about it. She let her gaze fall once again to the swirling blue liquid in the cup that she till had yet to either drink or discard. Rachel still hadn't exactly decided what she was going to do with it.

Before she could say anything else they were joined by multiple of the others that were also sentenced to live here. One of the guys, Bailey according to his introduction, sat beside her. He spoke about the medicine and Rachel felt a slight smile tugging at her mouth. He was definitely right. It did not look pleasing at all. She watched as he downed his own and she realized that she was the only one remaining at the table that hadn't drank it. Bailey then asked what we all thought of what was going on. One girl who looked slightly disgusted with the food explained her doubts and blaming her sister for pulling some prank. Rachel cocked her head to the side, she wondered what strange relationship the girl must have with her sister. Now wasn't the time to ask though.

Arthur spoke up again. Rachel bit her lip while listening to and thinking about what he was saying. He believed it, he honestly believed it. She, however, still didn't know what to think about all of this. There was only one thing she was 100% sure of. On cue, Rachel's stomach let out a grumble to remind her of the more important things going on. Scrunching up her face Rachel smelled the blue liquid again before taking shaking her head and gulping down all of the liquid. Coming up for air, Rachel couldn't help but choke on the after taste of the stuff. Oh no... Rachel scrunched up her face in disgust. That was not good. No, not good at all... She coughed again and somehow laughed quietly at herself. She then began shoveling the food that she had piled on her tray into her mouth to get rid of the acrid taste. Her body visibly relaxed once it got rid of the taste.

She decided to focus more on quenching her hunger than conbributing to the conversation. At the moment, she didn't even really know what to think of all this herself. She wanted to know what the others thought of everything going on and decided to add nothing unless she was addressed.

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House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Thinking back on her life, Rachel couldn't remember a time when she had felt this way. Her stomach turned in an uneasy nauseous wave as information was chucked her way with seemingly no real explanation. She understood the big points at least. She was escorted from her home by men wearing biohazard suits similar to those standing in the auditorium now. She was sick, and the sickness was unlike anything that she had ever experienced before, unlike anything most people had experienced before. She was here to be a lab rat, taking the experimental medications and maybe not even making it out of here alive. But if she did, she would have a power of some sort.

That was the part hardest to understand and digest. If Rachel hadn't seen that women multiply in front her her very eyes, there would have been no doubt in her mind that she was in the presence of someone who had gone off the rail. But after seeing that, Rachel couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was her who had lost it.

After the presentation Rachel was once again swarmed by the men in suits and marched around the facility following behind other people she didn't know. She couldn't help but wonder how they were taking this news. Were they as skeptical as she? Or maybe they were totally buying into everything this women had said. A new thought of kidnaping jumped into her mind and restarted the pounding of her heart. Had she been kidnaped? Would anyone even notice that she was gone? Would anyone even do anything about it if they did?

As they traveled down various hallways Rachel silently cursed herself for not paying attention. Signs by doors labeled different rooms, though in her daze Rachel had missed most all of them. As they walked the hall opened up into a large room. Smells of various kinds of food wafted out from the doors and Rachel's thoughts were confirmed as her eyes noticed the sign indicating that this was the cafeteria. The suited men besides her were giving some sort of instruction that Rachel paid no attention to. A cup filled with some abnormally blue liquid was placed in her hands with the explicit instructions to drink it. Though she felt a little nervous about it, Rachel figured she would have no choice on the matter. She nodded her agreement as her stomach grumbled, announcing its irritation and emptiness. Rachel then turned, mystery liquid in hand, walked away without a word.

Maybe I'm in shock. Rachel thought to herself. Or maybe they were too late, maybe I'm already dying from this 'power disease'. Her limbs felt weak and heavy as she meandered through the cafeteria. Somehow without much thinking Rachel ended up with a tray full of her favorite comfort foods; roasted chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy. She even had managed to find some chocolate milk. No matter the situation, Rachel always had the ability to eat. Scanning the mostly vacant tables she found one with a guy who seemed to be focusing pretty intently on his tea. Deciding that being forced to live with these people for the next unknown amount of time meant that getting to know them sooner rather than later might just be the best idea. Besides, she wanted to know what everyone else was feeling about this place. And she wouldn't find that out if she sat alone. Forcing her feet to move forward she made it to the table with the tea guy. Rachel quietly set her tray down on the opposite side of the table and a little ways down so she wasn't directly across from him. As she sat, she made sure to keep her eyes down. She made the effort to sit with someone else, but starting a conversation was a whole different story.

Without looking up, Rachel began examining the blue liquid seeming very unsure of it. Who was to say that this stuff wouldn't just kill them on the spot? Rachel glanced up to see if the other person had drank his medication/poison. Without really realizing it, she began examining him trying to decide what the link was between them. How was it that this was happening to both of them? And to everyone else here. As she thought about the situation and tried to connect all of the dots she didn't realize that she was still staring.

House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Name: Rachel Jones

Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.

Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.

Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.

As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.

Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food

House of Powers (reboot)

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House of Powers (reboot)

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House of Powers (reboot)

Rachel Jones

Name: Rachel Jones

Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.

Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.

Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.

As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.

Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food