Treue

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O.O So who's next?

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@Grim Fandango I'm up for a collab whenever. If you want to text me when you're ready I can give you my number.

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Alright, sounds good. See ya tomorrow.

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I'm free most days, especially after 5pm eastern standard time.

ᴀᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴏsɪs: __ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

So who's next?

ᴀᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴏsɪs: __ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Lul, nice one boss.

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Taylor
Malena
Cole

Taylor closed his eyes for a few seconds after the man next to him responded, then put his palms to the ground and began to push himself up. As he was doing so, a woman came up to the two of them, asking how this man was before beginning to treat his wounds. "You have medical knowledge? That should come in handy out here. " Taylor attempted another smile, this time more convincing as he wasn't in as much pain from falling now. "Nice to meet you both of you by the way, even if it could have been on better terms. You can call me Taylor if you want. I'd shake your hands, but now probably isn't the time for pleasantries like that, is it?" Noticing as he attempted to stand that his ribs were still giving him pain, Taylor decided it would be best simply change into a sitting position for now, in order to relax his body.

At the mention of shaking hands the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She kept her eyes fixed on the wound,making sure she was applying the right amount of pressure. He was probably already in enough pain. Medical knowledge....?
Malena wasn't sure now would be the best time to divulge she was only a junior nursing student. She glanced at Taylor, a slightly unsure smile on her face.
"I know the basics...."
"Nice to meet you to Taylor, I'm Malena"
She watched him trying to stand up, noticing he had trouble doing so. He was probably more banged up than she'd first thought. There was something about Taylor she couldn't quite put her finger on. Not one for invasive staring she returned her attention to the other guy. He'd muttered a thank you, but other than that he hadn't said much. If she was in his position she wouldn't be up for small talk either. Malena kept quiet, occassionally looking around at the other survivors, while checking now and again if the bleeding was coming to a stop.

As the bleeding began to recede, Cole clenched his teeth and pushed his hand in to the ground, pulling himself up in to a painful half-sitting, half-leaning position, with his hand propping him up at an angle and his chest a little contorted from his earlier injuries. He took a moment to peer at the other two, as well as a handfull of others who had slowly gathered at their location in the time that Malena had attended to his head wound. One particularly loud individual announced that he had food. Cole was uninterested, sure that the others would flock in that location. He couldn't eat when he was focusing. He was too busy figuring out how he would get out of here. He didn't feel safe surrounded by people he didn't even know. "Cole," he responded, much more clearly and directly than he had spoken previously, introducing himself to the two others, yet seemingly distracted as he scanned the wider group. "Thanks for the help." He said again, a little sheepishly this time, reluctant to appear at all at a disadvantage, but still genuinely grateful for the assistance.

Malena glanced over her shoulder, hearing someone call out he had food he was willing to share. She wasn't hungry in the famished kind of way but she also didn't know how long she would be stuck in this place. Before the crash she'd stuffed her purse with any food that could keep for a couple of days, eating just half of the meals she was offered by her kidnappers. But she wasn't running around yelling she'd had the foresight to do that. She had just been hoping for a kind of miracle, maybe this had been it. Who knows what they were planning with everyone anyway?
She pulled back from Cole, putting her now mostly red glove in the pocket of her jacket, making sure to keep her hands to herself.
"Don't worry about it...." She mentioned in reply to him thanking her. There was really no need, she would have done it for anyone.
Malena nodded at the guy calling out to the survivors.
"I wouldn't do that if I were him, you don't even know the people you've stranded with."
She wasn't trying to make him sound dumb or anything like that, but they were essentially all strangers.

Cole smirked at Malena's word of warning. "You don't know me," He adjusted his position slightly, evidently uncomfortable. "You still helped." He tilted his head back, the small smirk on his face remaining for a few seconds. "How do you know I'm safe to trust?" Cole asked frankly.

"How do we know anyone is? We can't, at least not this early. All we can do is try our best to prove we are, and even that may not be enough for some people." Taylor looked slightly disappointed that some could be so untrusting, but understood that in a situation like this those who had escaped couldn't be too careful. "In any case, we were all taken for some reason, and I think I might know why... You see, the day before I woke up in that cell I... Well it might be easier to show you. Maybe."

Malena brushed her hair over her shoulder, not really knowing what to say. Cole was right ,though he didn't have to be so blunt about it. She was grateful Taylor answered the question for her, basically saving her from what would have been an undoubtedly akward conversation. She listened to Taylor's explanation and to why he believed they were all taken hostage, frowning slightly as he prepared to give them some kind of demonstration. What was he going to do...?

Taylor outstretched his arm in front of him, hand raised at a ninety degree angle from his arm with his palm aimed toward the stream. He focused intently on the face of his palm, not knowing exactly how to call upon the power he had used twice now. With a slightly embarrassed face, he turned back to look at the others. "I'm pretty new to this, so I don't know if I'll be able t-" A slight boom could be heard reverberating through the air as a blast of kinetic energy launched from his hand, displacing the air around it and disrupting the surface of the water, causing a significant splash. "Well, that was what I was talking about. I think, maybe, we might all have some kind of... thing like this."

Malena jumped up from the ground like it was on fire, almost tripping when she took a few steps back. She yelled without even realizing it, her usually statue like expression now all wide eyed and shocked. Instictively she wrapped her arms around herself, like they could protect her from whatever Taylor had just done. Despite all of that and she cursed herself for thinking it, she was glad to know she wasn't the only freak on the face of the earth. Maybe everyone here had some freak medical condition. Cole, on the other hand, remained perfectly still - but his expression changed. His sceptical, almost amused gaze fell and a frown replaced it as Taylor demonstrated his ability. To him, this was not a good thing. This confirmed that these people that had taken him knew about his 'gift.' He was a target. He was on some list. He didn't like it at all. But he didn't speak up about it.

Seeing as one woman was attempting to treat one of the injured, Sarah decided to bring over the med bag she found. Walking casually she wasn't particularly scared of any of them at this point. Clearly the youngest of the group she was deceptively small given her strength. She couldn't say if any of them had seen her up to that point though. A loud boom made her jump slightly and she saw the water splash from something. Unsure exactly what the cause was it was likely a safe bet to assume it was an ability of the one pointing their hand at the water. Alright, might want to make note of that one. Approaching the three she dropped the bag next to Cole, who's attention snapped up to her, returning a quick and grateful nod.

Taylor noticed the woman walking toward them and gave a nod in her direction before returning his attention to the two he had been conversing with. As she set a bag down, Taylor spoke up again. "Sorry if I scared either of you, I just figured it would be easier than trying to explain what I barely know about. Anyway, that's my theory on why we were taken. I might be wrong, but I doubt it was a coincidence that they got me after my whole class witnessed that." He looked around at the rest of the survivors that had gathered along the stream, counting their number. "If that's the reason, there sure are a good number of us, assuming they're all here for the same reason. Probably more that didn't make it out, too."

Cole twitched a little after Taylor mentioned the fact he'd publicly displayed his ability. Cole hadn't. There was no way any normal person could have known. But he supposed that normal people don't tend to kidnap dozens of strangers in a huge metal train. He sighed and dismissed his worries for the time being, noting that they were still only a stone's throw away from the wreckage - and perhaps still in danger.

""I'd love to stay and chat..." Cole huffed as he gradually pulled himself up to his feet, his left hand holding his chest as he did so. ""But I don't really feel like sticking around this place." He scoffed and turned away, looking around and seeing a thick woodland, perhaps 100 meters away. He dug his hand in to the med-kit that Sarah had offered out and took his fair share before looking away. "Really - such a pleasure to meet you all," he said half-heartedly as he began to walk in the direction of the woods.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," Taylor said as he began to stand as well, "I think I'll follow you, if you don't​ mind Cole. Probably best to have more than one person if someone does come for us." With that he looked back to Malena, giving her another smile. "It was nice meeting you, maybe we'll meet again if neither of us end up dead. See ya later." After he finished, Taylor started his way after Cole, jogging at a brisk pace.

Considering it for a moment, and turning to wait for Taylor to catch up, Cole just nodded. "Just don't slow me down."

"Wouldn't dream of it, I wanna get out of here too. Let's go." The two of them then began making their way toward the treeline and away from the rest of the survivors, looking to make some progress in getting as far away from the possible search area as they could.

ᴀᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴏsɪs: __ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

I've used all of those before. I just need something I can use on mobile.

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@Grim Fandango How does that sound to you?

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<Snipped quote by Treue>

That´s okay I must have misread his position. I wanted to rewrite the ending for my post anyways, I felt like Malena didn´t pay enough attention to Taylor, she would probably make note of his looks or something, then again she would focus on the "patient" first.
Just not really sure how to end it, I don't want to control other players character. I felt like I did with Cole, a little bit.

@dreamingflowers

You just gotta change it to say she attempts to start the treatment, and then he can deny it or allow it in the next post he makes. The three of us could even do a collab.