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horrifying is probably a strong word, but then again, jalo is scared by everything
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Jalo was grateful that Three decided to help him, and he stepped back. He didn't know what they could use, but whatever it was, he didn't want to be in the way of it. The blue flames were a surprise, but more so was the fact that they had frozen the door with their power. Up until now, he didn't know that was possible. The short break that Shin gave him allowed him to calm down a bit and get his thoughts in order. And while he still wasn't feeling one hundred percent, he was feeling better than he had been before.
Believing that everyone was taken care of, Twenty Seven nodded. While he had calmed down from before, he was still pretty anxious, and it showed. "Sey." With the others he walked to cell 002, and he found it a bit overwhelming. Not only did some subjects have modifications, but the scene itself seemed convoluted. The one subject, now resting on the floor, definitely startled him. Now, standing in the entrance of cell 002, he realized he had no idea what to say, or if he could even say anything. He walked into a less crowded side of the cell so others could get in.
Believing that everyone was taken care of, Twenty Seven nodded. While he had calmed down from before, he was still pretty anxious, and it showed. "Sey." With the others he walked to cell 002, and he found it a bit overwhelming. Not only did some subjects have modifications, but the scene itself seemed convoluted. The one subject, now resting on the floor, definitely startled him. Now, standing in the entrance of cell 002, he realized he had no idea what to say, or if he could even say anything. He walked into a less crowded side of the cell so others could get in.
i'm thinking about taking that part out, then :>
Jalo momentarily turned his attention to the two, showing his numbers though his hands before going back and working on another door. While the girl couldn't see it, the other could, and that's all he needed. He was surprised when they talked about him speaking backwards, but grateful. At least someone understood.
027 was in the middle of removing a door when the announcement came on, and it startled him, resulting in something similar to a backfire with his powers. He grabbed his head and muttered nonsense, his nose starting to bleed. After a moment he shakily let his head go and stood back up straight, looking at the door. If nothing else, it opened. He wiped the area under his nose with his sleeve, and decided that since it wasn't a major nosebleed, he didn't have the time to worry about it. It was also nice to note that the blind girl's name was six.
He took the time to process the announcement, and while he was only a few doors away from the assigned meeting point, there were still more inmates that were in their cells. Jalo wanted to put the safety of himself first, but at the same time he didn't feel as if he could just leave the others to rot. Going back to the later numbers, he began working on the cells, this time checking to see which ones were occupied. His headache was near to what it had been before he broke out of the cell, and he didn't want to make it worse unnecessarily. The longer he took, the more concerned he became about the guards approaching. His actions started to get shaky, due both to his nerves and the constant use wearing him down.
027 was in the middle of removing a door when the announcement came on, and it startled him, resulting in something similar to a backfire with his powers. He grabbed his head and muttered nonsense, his nose starting to bleed. After a moment he shakily let his head go and stood back up straight, looking at the door. If nothing else, it opened. He wiped the area under his nose with his sleeve, and decided that since it wasn't a major nosebleed, he didn't have the time to worry about it. It was also nice to note that the blind girl's name was six.
He took the time to process the announcement, and while he was only a few doors away from the assigned meeting point, there were still more inmates that were in their cells. Jalo wanted to put the safety of himself first, but at the same time he didn't feel as if he could just leave the others to rot. Going back to the later numbers, he began working on the cells, this time checking to see which ones were occupied. His headache was near to what it had been before he broke out of the cell, and he didn't want to make it worse unnecessarily. The longer he took, the more concerned he became about the guards approaching. His actions started to get shaky, due both to his nerves and the constant use wearing him down.
if this is still open i'd like to join
Name: Jeremiah Marion (though sees his real name as Jeremiah Guédé, it's not official)
Gender: Male
Parent: Baron La Croix
Age: 25
Appearance: Dark skinned and standing at 6'2" with a lean build, and long dreads held up in a ponytail. He typically wears dress clothes in black, purple, red, or white.
Serial Number for prison: #4795203
Powers: Excellent healing abilities, and uses voodoo magics.
Abilities: Persuasiveness and charismatic, with a good intuition. Good at cheering people up.
Job or Skill: Worked as a funeral director.
Background: Jeremiah had always known who he was, his mother a devout believer in Voodoo, specifically New Orleans. He accepted it with open arms, using his abilities to not only further himself, but his mother as well. It was this way he gained control of a funeral home. While he never had the same abilities as other members of the Guédé family, he figured he would at least use what he did have, and along the way gained a few souls. He had often been found in graveyards during his downtime, which is also where he was taken.
THREAT LEVEL: Dangerous
Name: Jeremiah Marion (though sees his real name as Jeremiah Guédé, it's not official)
Gender: Male
Parent: Baron La Croix
Age: 25
Appearance: Dark skinned and standing at 6'2" with a lean build, and long dreads held up in a ponytail. He typically wears dress clothes in black, purple, red, or white.
Serial Number for prison: #4795203
Powers: Excellent healing abilities, and uses voodoo magics.
Abilities: Persuasiveness and charismatic, with a good intuition. Good at cheering people up.
Job or Skill: Worked as a funeral director.
Background: Jeremiah had always known who he was, his mother a devout believer in Voodoo, specifically New Orleans. He accepted it with open arms, using his abilities to not only further himself, but his mother as well. It was this way he gained control of a funeral home. While he never had the same abilities as other members of the Guédé family, he figured he would at least use what he did have, and along the way gained a few souls. He had often been found in graveyards during his downtime, which is also where he was taken.
THREAT LEVEL: Dangerous
There was another moment of silence from Jalo as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted to. He was finding it near impossible to get his thought across, and just nodded his head, "Yes." It was incredibly frustrating for him to not be able to communicate as he wanted, and figured he would find it necessary to not talk unless necessary. More cells were free and the sound of things breaking continued, suggesting that more inmates were breaking free. He was grateful for this as he felt his energy slowly draining.
He jumped at hearing another voice behind him and turned around, having a discarded door in the air and ready to use as a weapon. They didn't look like a guard, however, and after being able to process what he said Jalo shook his head. "Thgir." He mumbled, lowering the door back to the ground. He didn't have the time to pinpoint why the other intimidated him, and although they would be escaping together he just hoped they wouldn't have much communication. Not that he would be having much communication with anyone with the way he was talking.
Jalo motioned to other numbers down the hall, trying to get across that there were more cells that hadn't been opened. As far as he knew, nobody was working down that end. He looked back at the blind girl before moving onto more cells down the line. She couldn't see, but it seemed like she could still hear. If she really wanted to she could follow his sounds, at least; it wasn't like he was being quiet with it. For the first time since he had woken up, 027 was enjoying using his abilities. He knew this amount of use would catch up with him soon, but the fact that he was doing it on his own free will instead of being commanded to made all the difference.
He jumped at hearing another voice behind him and turned around, having a discarded door in the air and ready to use as a weapon. They didn't look like a guard, however, and after being able to process what he said Jalo shook his head. "Thgir." He mumbled, lowering the door back to the ground. He didn't have the time to pinpoint why the other intimidated him, and although they would be escaping together he just hoped they wouldn't have much communication. Not that he would be having much communication with anyone with the way he was talking.
Jalo motioned to other numbers down the hall, trying to get across that there were more cells that hadn't been opened. As far as he knew, nobody was working down that end. He looked back at the blind girl before moving onto more cells down the line. She couldn't see, but it seemed like she could still hear. If she really wanted to she could follow his sounds, at least; it wasn't like he was being quiet with it. For the first time since he had woken up, 027 was enjoying using his abilities. He knew this amount of use would catch up with him soon, but the fact that he was doing it on his own free will instead of being commanded to made all the difference.
o: my bad man
if you want i can edit 007 out of my post
if you want i can edit 007 out of my post
Masilalt, hearing a response form the Nephilim, scowled at him. "I am not simply a demon, I am an Alp. Get it right." He had never liked the broad categorization of demon. He was more than the feral beasts and mindless beings that Hell was so full of. He moved to look at him more comfortably, "How does it feel to be the lowest of the low here?"
Currently, Jalo thought himself very lucky; his surplus of energy was paying off as he continued breaking down doors, becoming quicker at it the more he did. While he had to focus on what he was doing, he had heard snippets of what was happening on the intercom. What he heard terrified and disgusted him, and he was glad that other subjects seemed to be heading down towards the noise. Subject 027 thought it would be best to get as many as he could out as soon as possible, before security came down. But he didn't want to think of what would happen when they military finally did catch on to the outbreak, and continued focusing on his work instead.
Jalo had formed a pattern of how he broke down doors, moving in a zigzag counting downwards. He couldn't remember if patterns had ever been this important to him before, but now he found them giving him a sense of security. It was a plan, something he could rely on. Eventually he heard doors banging, and what sounded like muffled yelling from the other side of cell 006. However, dedicated to his pattern, he started with cell 007. "Kcab evom!" He yelled, voice still slightly hoarse from a breakdown he had earlier in the week. He knew they probably didn't understand it, but hoped they had gotten the message. In a few minutes the door was a mess of twisted metal, and he only caught a glimpse of 007 before turning to the next cell. What he did see startled him, however, and reminded him of how un-intimidating he was. Sure, he had height, but his scrawny figure made him look more like a twig than a tower. He hoped that the man realized that he was another subject rather than a guard and didn't attack, though nothing as guaranteed.
Once he had taken care of 006's door, he stood there looking at her for a moment, realizing she probably couldn't see. While it was pretty apparent that her door was down, Jalo still felt as if he should say something. "...Okay." The word was quietly spoken and sounded forced, but at least it was understandable.
Jalo had formed a pattern of how he broke down doors, moving in a zigzag counting downwards. He couldn't remember if patterns had ever been this important to him before, but now he found them giving him a sense of security. It was a plan, something he could rely on. Eventually he heard doors banging, and what sounded like muffled yelling from the other side of cell 006. However, dedicated to his pattern, he started with cell 007. "Kcab evom!" He yelled, voice still slightly hoarse from a breakdown he had earlier in the week. He knew they probably didn't understand it, but hoped they had gotten the message. In a few minutes the door was a mess of twisted metal, and he only caught a glimpse of 007 before turning to the next cell. What he did see startled him, however, and reminded him of how un-intimidating he was. Sure, he had height, but his scrawny figure made him look more like a twig than a tower. He hoped that the man realized that he was another subject rather than a guard and didn't attack, though nothing as guaranteed.
Once he had taken care of 006's door, he stood there looking at her for a moment, realizing she probably couldn't see. While it was pretty apparent that her door was down, Jalo still felt as if he should say something. "...Okay." The word was quietly spoken and sounded forced, but at least it was understandable.
we have two weird talkers, nice :>
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