☢ Noт 100% Hυмαɴ // Closed, Started

[feather_light_flight]

xix

//x●x── ─xCerys Quin-Lee
● Super Strength● Weapons Combat● Pretty Voice
● field ● chipper ● joce, gil, jon
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Cerys's cerulean gaze was brought skyward as two- rather tall and handsome- men joined her and Jocelyn. Across the way the latest captive- Serenity, if Cerys's memory served true- was digging, watched over by a male and female that the delicate blonde didn't recall knowing very well. And she made it her business to know just about everyone in the facility. Back to the really tall men though. Brushing a lock of lemon colored hair behind her ear, Cerys offered a chipper smile to them, patting the ground next to her in a motion for them to sit down. "Hello Gilligan! Hello Jonathon!" A small giggle escaped past her lips, which were chapped slightly from forced dehydration- a part of the day's earlier experiments.

"I was just telling Jocelyn about how hard the experiments have gotten recently. It's unusual for the scientists to push us so hard." Her mood sombered a bit at the comment but then she smiled again, like a sun peeking out over the edge of a mountainside, "Maybe it's just me though. I do tend to have an overactive imagination."

Cerys leaned back on her elbows, letting her head loll back to revel in the soft sunlight that fluttered down to warm her skin. Being outdoors was one of the few treats that Cerys enjoyed effortlessly, especially on this island of nightmares. And it was obvious in her posture, shoulders slumped and lean form stretched out across the bright grass. Soaking in the warm rays helped the girl to relax, and to forget the horribly dark bruises on her upper arms and shoulders. Then again, most of the group seemed pretty banged up. The guards never handled the subjects with very much care or caution, and the scientists weren't much better.

[200765]

J O C E L Y N

Age » Twenty-one Role » Light Crush » tbd Location » Field Mentioned » Serenity Tagged » Cerys, Gill, Jon

Jocelyn was debating on trying the dagger again when someone sat down next to her. She turned to see Cerys and returned the bright smile, happy to see the blonde haired girl. "Hello, Cerys! No, it wasn't a long wait. I managed to keep myself busy." Jocelyn winked at her friend, gesturing to the garden and the grassy area where the youngest girl was digging in the ground as usual. "There's certainly lots to be entertained by." Jocelyn took a good look at her friend, grimacing at the bandages and bruises on Cerys' whole body. She was sure she didn't look much better herself. Whenever she moved, her shoulders ached. Those were from the way the guards roughly transported her from place to place. Bending over was a pain thanks to the dark bruises on her back. Dark rings went around her wrists, biceps, ankles, and thighs. They were the result of constantly struggling against the straps that tied her down for the experiment. Earlier this morning when she was washing her face, the soap had stung when it touched the small cuts she had received on her face and hands.

At Cerys' question, Jocelyn laughed and tried to play it off, when she really wanted to just shudder and push yesterday to the back of her mind. "It wasn't that bad. They just turned off the lights, gave me a shot, and I watched as a horror movie played through my head." It was more like a series of the most terrifying movies ever, though. The scientists had made her hallucinate, terrifying ones coming one right after the other for hours. Some were of unnaturally large, carnivorous insects. Others were of freezing in a cold, dark, wintry place. Those weren't the worst of them; she had dreamed of people important to her getting hurt, with her watching on, unable to do anything.

She was deep in thought about the hallucinations when someone else sat down on the grass near them. Jocelyn looked up quickly and then relaxed when she recognized it to be Gillian, the one able to go at incredibly high speeds. He was very tall and handsome, looking like a whole foot taller than herself. Even when he was sitting, he was a couple of inches taller than her height of five feet six. Realizing that she hadn't replied to his greeting, she flushed, hoping not to appear rude as she smiled and gave a small wave. "Hello, Gillian!"

Another person joined them, sitting and giving them a slight bow. Jocelyn's smile grew wider and she couldn't stop the snicker that escaped her lips when Jonathan spoke. "Under the weather? You look terrible." She looked around at all of them and added, "We all look pretty bad. It's no competition as to who wins the beauty pageant though. I pull off the 'terrible and exhausted' look perfectly. Look at these wonderful bracelets! They're the latest fashion around here." As if she were proud of them, Jocelyn held her arms out in front of her and twisted her wrists, showing off the ring of bruises around her arms.

Cerys' comment had Jocelyn nodding in agreement, her smile smaller and more forced. "I don't think it's just you. Before the horror movies yesterday, they made me create really complex illusions and did some electrical shocks to see just how unresponsive I get when making the illusions. I managed to hold the illusion until I blacked out. I've never had to do anything that bad before." Looking at Jonathan and Gillian, she asked, "What about you two? Have things been getting worse for you as well?"

[♥Princess of Lions♥]

~ 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 ~

Female | Eighteen | Fire | Outside Field | Quinn, Amethyst

As Quinn approached Serenity, she momentarily paused her digging to flash him a toothy grin. "Well I'm digging for buried treasure, so of course! I hope you didn't think I was trying to dig my way to China. That would be crazy," she replied, winking at him and returning to her digging. She shoved her nails into the dirt, wiggling them deeper and loosening the grains enough to scoop up and place aside in the pile slowly building beside the hole. "You are more than welcome to help me dig. Keep the holes about this deep and then refill them. No shortcuts, same depth." She seemed rather determined to continue her digging..for whatever reason.

As Amethyst approached, Serenity stopped her digging once more, glancing aside towards her and raising a dirt coated finger to lightly tap the swelling beneath her own eye. "I'd think by now our eyes would be used to getting punched, yet they always swell up all nasty anyway. Care to help dig? I am digging for buried treasure," she responded, returning her attention to the hole but slipping a dirty hand up the underside of her shirt, fidgeting for a moment, her gaze flickered about around her to ensure none of the guards were watching as she lowered her head, and her voice. "Don't say a single word," she whispered, slowly pulling a metal shiv from beneath her shirt and dropping it into the hole she quickly refilled. The shiv had been a spoon she swiped from the cafeteria and bent into a weapon with her flames. She had hidden it in the third hole of the third row of holes.

Moving to her right some, Serenity would begin digging another hole about six inches deep, only to refill it with the dirt once more.
She kept a decent pokerface, carefully listening to what Amethyst and Quinn had to say. She wasn't quite comfortable with them knowing about her weapon because they could rat her out, but at the same time their presence provided her the opportune moment to hide it, their bodies shielding her from the guards on two sides. This hidden weapon was just one piece of the puzzle that made up her latest escape plan. Serenity was always coming up with plans and ideas, but the ones she's actually tried to carry out thus far have failed miserably. She always kept trying though. The challenge was a thrill she lived for.

[eggos.]

G I L L I G A N !
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( male ) ( twenty-two ) ( speed ) ( no relationships ) ( field ) ( jocelyn, cerys, john )
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He smiled as the two girls greeted him and leaned back onto his back and put his hands under his head and sighed happily as his back met grass. Friends were a nice thing to have in this situation; trapped on a island like guinea pigs and forced to do scientists bidding and whatnot. They didn't have have much communication with each other, but something about having this slim chance was fine. Gilligan always was a social person in his normal life.

Gilligan looked over as Jonathan came into view, and raised a brow amusingly at the bow and so exaggerated accent. He decided to play along. "Fair day to you as well. Oh and what a spot of bother young lad. Hopefully your skies will clear soon." He said with a purposeful horrible accent, then laughed gently at his own behavior. "Sorry, that was kinda dumb." Gill looked at the light blue sky and gave a small hum for no apparent reason.

It was quiet, and thankfully it really was. Gilligan wasn't sure what he would do to the guards if they were disturb this valuable time of bonding they all were having. He liked silence at times, it was very calming to him, but he wasn't exactly know for being quiet. That was for another story for another time. The taller man licked his lips lightly and looked over at Jocelyn as she spoke up about a beauty pageant and smiled playfully.

"I think I'd get first place in the height contest, thank you. They still haven't given me my medal yet. Maybe a fifth place on the 'terrible and exhausted' look though." As if to check, Gill looked at his bruised wrists. The scientists haven't done much to his upper body, and since his power was speed, they focused on his ankles and legs. He leaned up and pulled up his pants leg curiously and winced. He was not aware of how many cuts and scars were on his legs and ankles. It was worrying. One was even stitched, though he can't recall where it came from. Gilligan spotted a jagged scar leading from his ankle and ending just near his knee on one side. It wasn't new, but not old either. It must've happened maybe a few months ago. "Well that's cool." He said to himself, shrugging and looking at the brunette again.

As she spoke about what the scientists have done to her, he felt himself frown and clench his fist angrily. The thought of having a friend, any friend really, hurt made him scared and instantly protective. He didn't want to see anybody hurt by others in general. Well, unless they deserved it. Gill drew out a sigh as she eventually asked him if the scientists had done anything new with his experiments yet.

His experiments were odd and complex, at least for him and his childish mind. Most of them were like time trials, mazes, and what he likes to call puzzles. The scientists thought that his speed affected his brain to think quicker. It doesn't unfortunately, but Gill doesn't really care. The only thing that's been different until last week was that they added traps to their mazes. Probably where most of his cuts came from. But the most recent thing was literally a gun range. Gill shivered and looked at the sky.

"Yeah," he said in response to her question. "They've been using a type of gun range for me. I stand in the middle and they fire arrows at me to see how fast I can dodge them. I haven't gotten hit yet but honestly they've been using things like triple shots or something and are getting faster at it. Almost got shot in the stomach." Gilligan said quietly, intertwining his hands and looking down at them worriedly.

They way he explained what the scientists do is really nonchalant and sort of uncaring about his safety, and honestly he could care less about his own safety if he had somebody to protect. Maybe if he got hurt it would tell the scientists to back down from the experiments and go back to the regular ones? Gill tried to avoid being hurt during anything, but then again, desperate times call for desperate measures.

[aura-]

Q u i n n W i n t e r
age ;; twenty two ;; power ;; water ;; tagged ;; serenity amethyst

"Too crazy to be reasonable" Quinn mumbled when Serenity answered him, as if digging for buries treasure wasn't an already crazy enough answer. "Thanks for the instructions, but I'll have to pass" He then told her before standing back up, leaving her to dig her holes in the sand. Then Amethyst approached them, getting a shake of his head as a response to her comment. "digging holes doesn't even begin to explain it" he told her in a grumpy tone as he crossed his arms. Serenity then looked over at the others and compared both of their newly earned black eyes, which then caused Quinn to once again look over at both the girls to look at their bruised eyes.

He then looked back to Serenity as she whispered to them, telling them not to speak as she reached a hand up her shirt and pulled out a shiv, quickly putting it in the hole before covering it. seeing her do this caused Quinn to burst out laughing, something about the youngest and thought to be purest one here pulling a weapon from under her shirt had Quinn in tears, he tried to quiet himself down to avoid attention being brought to them. "oh man, that's too great. how long have you been doing that?" he questioned as he composed himself, uncrossing his arms to wipe away at his dampened eyes. "you'll have to make one for me" he asked with a grin, not sure if it came off more as a joke or an actual request. either way he wouldn't bother too much about it.

His power was water, not something too useful. definitely not something he could use to modify a spoon or fork into a weapon. he had to be more creative with it, using it in way others might not think about. after all it isn't too destructive and threatening. But he had his ways around things, playing out scenarios in his head and thinking about what he needs to improve on next. He could always use his water to drown someone, that was something no one here could do. and it would be easy to do. Who needs a weapon when you can form a wake practically bigger than the building they lived in to take it down. a main reason why he is heavily watched while he is sitting along the water line.

[The Grey Stuff]

ａｎｇｅｌ ｒｏｂｅｒｔ ｄ'ａｒｃ

age ↝ twenty-two role ↝ air location ↝ outside tagged ↝ serenity, quinn, amethyst

Angel was one of the few men--as a matter of fact, one of the few people--he knew on this island who did not throw a tantrum every time the guards grabbed him. He didn't need to be dragged kicking and screaming, he didn't need to be hauled by his arms or socked just to keep him from struggling. No, no, he always made it a habit to walk with them of his own volition. In fact, it made him feel a lot better to stroll down the halls after a hard day of experimentation. After being prodded with needles or forced to run weird gauntlets, the simple act of walking was like... a cool, normal, not-creepy activity to help balance everything out. Why would he want to ruin that with all the shouting, and the being jerked this way and that by force? They still grabbed his arms to make sure he didn't try anything, but he could almost make himself forget they were there if he concentrated.

He was not, however, above making remarks at the most inappropriate of times, nor was he above, of course, the excessive flirting, and that was what earned him his bruises.

"You never called me."
The scientist peered over her metal-rimmed spectacles, unamused. "This will be painful."
"Oh, I know. Things like this are never easy. Are you breaking it off because I'm moving too fast?"
She cleared her throat. "I was referring to the experiment."
Angel rubbed his arm. "It's just that, after you stuck that syringe in my wrist last week, I thought we were finally getting intimate. But maybe I was reading into--ouch!" It felt like she'd just shot a needle straight through his arm with an industrial stapler or something. "A little warning would have been nice, gorgeous..."
She rolled her eyes but otherwise said nothing while he went on. "Wow. Did anyone ever tell you that you have these eyes that are just... the most beautiful shade of coldhearted blue? Actually they look a little like mine. Not that I would know. I don't get to look in the mirror much these days. But listen, I really wanna make this work, so..." He faltered and frowned, as if some new thought had just occurred to him. That wasn't it though. Coherent thoughts were the farthest thing from his mind now, for a scalding sensation had begun to scorch his veins, as if he was burning from the inside out. "What..." he doubled over in pain, struggling to get the words out. "What was in th-that shot?"
The scientist did not answer but merely smirked as she took down a few notes on her clipboard. Angel could see from the machine that he was hooked up to that his heartrate had elevated, but then, he didn't need any machine to tell him that.
"Alright," he managed between labored breaths, "let's just call it a mutual breakup."

That had been this morning, before the scientist's fiancé (who happened to be a guard, goodie) roughed him up for hitting on his woman. Even now, Angel's entire cardiovascular system felt burnt out and sore from the injection, like every vein was throbbing with strain, and he could very distinctly feel the ache of the brand new bruise flowering on his left cheek. It wasn't quite a black eye--it was just under the eye. And now, surprisingly, he didn't have much to say as he was escorted outside. He was actually too busy reflecting on something he'd heard the scientists mention during their session: 'Stage Two,' along with a brief mention of one of the older prisoners, whom Angel hadn't seen in a while now. He wasn't any super genius but he could put two and two together: Something had happened to the thirteenth prisoner (Angel suspected they were dead) and these Frankensteins and Jekylls they called scientists were trying (but apparently not that hard) to cover it up.

Before he knew it, he was blinking in the sunlight. Most of the others had arrived before him. He recognized them all--he made it a habit to familiarize himself with his surroundings--but he didn't know any of them nearly as well as he should have after all the time they'd spent stuck here together in this crummy situation. The guards gave him a really unnecessary shove to the back, and he stumbled into the clearing, barely regaining his balance in time.

He surveyed the area and spotted two loose gaggles of people. One of them seemed to contain Gilligan, Jocelyn, Jonathan and Cerys (aka the only person here who was almost as albino as Angel). The other contained Serenity, Quinn, and...ah, Amethyst. The only woman on the island he would never flirt with, because she was far more like a sister to him than anything else. That didn't, of course, exempt her from teasing. All in good time...

As he approached that group, he saw Serenity moving her hands around in the dirt. Oddly enough, this did not faze him for all the times he'd seen her doing it. What did catch his attention, however, was the tail end of what Quinn said.

"She'll have to make what for you?" he interjected airily, stepping into the conversation with an intrigued expression.

[tigers breath]

o c t a v I a . o ' h a r e

→ pack fighter

crush ;; -- → dating ;; -- → power ;; telepath → tagged ;; Jon, Jocelyn, Ceyrs, and Gill
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The world seems to begins to feel weird when you stretch your mind beyond it's capabilities. Octavia learned this when she found out she was a telepath, and everyday the scientist seem to be able to make her push it further. Straining your mind was on a completely different level then straining your body. After a difficult test session, Octavia seems to lose touch with reality. Nothing feels right, everything becomes blurry and slow- almost out of focus. It usually last for a half hour or so, but it is when she feels like she is at her weakest. It's a feeling she never enjoyed, but has come accustomed to it.

It was usually during this stage that they dragged her out into the actual sunlight, since it didn't make her fight. Growing up, she had always been into combat fighting, growing and gaining muscles. So needless to say, she had landed a couple of good blows onto the guards in the beginning. But as time moved on, the facility learned that while she was trying to get her sense of reality back was the best time to move her somewhere. So just like every other day, here she was dragged down the hall, the tips of her worn sneakers dragging roughly against the cement floor. Her blue eyes focusing on the floor below her as the guards grip remained tight on her arms, the feeling of bruises already blooming underneath their rough finger tips.

Thoughts of the thirteenth experiment bloomed in her jumbled mind, providing some clarity. All the girl seemed to know about this older woman was that she was a metal bender and randomly disappeared. When questioned about her disappearance, anyone who workers here replied with a simple 'she's been taken care of.' Octavia knows better, no just doesn't get 'taken care of'. The only logical answer was that the poor woman now laid six feet under somewhere in the world. Octavia wasn't about to be next, and she would hope everyone else was on the same page. It would take more then just one person to escape the death claws- if it was even possible.

Soon a door was flung in front of her, the sun filling her senses and providing more clarity through her tired mind. Blinking in the sunlight, Octavia found her self stumbling out into the court yard with the others, one of the last ones there. Standing there for a minute, she didn't say anything to the guards as they slammed the door behind her. She had always rather been a quiet person, but it had only gotten worse when she had been given the ability of telepathy. Being constantly forced to speak with your mind made it weird to speak with your mouth. It was typically a foreign function to her now, but one she still knew how to do. Almost like riding a bike after ten years.

Her blue eyes scanned the area, seeing two groups of people. One surround a girl digging, and the other seems to be having a civil discussion. Automatically, the girl would've went over to Amethyst, since the girl was the closet thing Octavia had to a friend, but with her mindset currently, she wouldn't be able to spar with her. Her eyes drifted over to the group Jonathan, the only other person with an ability on the same level as hers. She only talked to him once or twice, but since their abilities were the same, she almost felt drawn to the man in almost a friendly way. She pushed her self forward to the group he was with looking at the people in it. Her mind instantly searching for their names.

The light bender was there, Jocelyn was her name Octavia was pretty sure. Along the Cerys, and Gilligan. As she approached, they were speaking of what the scientist did to them. It was all awful in it's own way, but ultimately just being pushed until you can't be pushed any further. It was the same thing they do to her, pushing her until she can't function. "Hello guys." She said as she approached the group as a whole. They seemed to be having a conversation Octavia could definitely talk about, it was almost relieving to know it wasn't just her. She knew it wasn't just her, but to actually hear it was something else.

[Ghostarriver]

Amethyst Lilara
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Female 🌌 21 🌌 Umbrakinesis 🌌 Form 🌌 Location: Lab --> Field 🌌 Tags: Serenity, Quinn, Angel


“I see... well, I didn’t exactly expect much anyway Quinn.” Amethyst nodded her head, lightly.

As Serenity motioned to her eye, Amethyst raised a brow and a shoulder.
“Well, I suppose we simply get used to the pain, but you know, instant regeneration of damaged cells and whatnot isn’t exactly a power I’ve seen anyone on this island possess so far, so we still get bruises anyway.”

Watching Serenity continue to dig holes, Amethyst tilted her head to the side, wondering what exactly the fire girl put into the holes. When she saw the shiv, however, it was all she could do to keep from bursting into laughter.
“Okay, that is the most adorable thing I’ve seen since I got here.” There weren’t many things that could make Amethyst smile, so Serenity had achieved something indeed, nearly making her chuckle. There was a certain respect Amethyst had to hold for the redhead, sometimes. “Sure I’ll help you dig for treasure.” Amethyst smiled, crouching next to the pyrokinetic, though not actually beginning to dig. She simply placed a hand over the hole, ensuring it was smoothed out properly and no traces were left. They'd have to rely on memory to find the shiv now, but it was better they didn't leave any marks and possibly forget, than to leave a flag up for one of the guards shouting "hey her's our escape weapon come have a look!" and probably apprehending an escape and making it even harder to leave the island.
If there was another thing Amethyst had learned, it was to never leave things to chance.
Never.

And that a weapon could mean the difference between life and death, depending on who was holding it at the time.

Her voice droped to a whisper.
“I second that, think you can mould me a weapon in your spare time? Because whatever escape attempt your planning next could do with a little backup, wouldn’t you say?” Amethyst asked, echoing Quinn’s request, then adding her own reasoning. Amethyst worked quite well with blades and guns alike, a diversity of combat skills being required in certain lines of employment, namely being an assassin.

Amethyst rolled her eyes, which was further emphasised with a roll of her head, upon seeing Angel approach. Looking him over, Amethyst could have betted ten bucks that Angel had been flirting with the wrong girl again.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in, then dragged back out again. Get into trouble with one of the boys for hitting on their woman – again?” The umbrakinetic shook her head, gently, sighing with great exasperation. Some people never learned.

Jonathan Windsor
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Male ⏩ 23 ⏩ Telekinesis ⏩ Form ⏩ Location: Field ⏩ Tags: Jocelyn, Cerys, Gilligan, Octavia


John let out a snort, as Gilligan replied in an equally ridiculous accent. Overall, that hadn’t been a particularly terrible response, but improvements could always be made. “I say a jolly good attempt nonetheless, my good sir.”

“Terrible? I may not be in prime condition, but surely it isn't that bad, is it?” It probably was, if Jonathan was being honest. He could feel the bruises forming all over him, but like most of the others, he'd grown numb to much of the pain. Probably part of what had triggered the guards to step up the violence from worse to unnecessarily painful.

Dropping the posh English, Jonathan raised a brow, looking at Jocelyn’s wrists. Those probably needed seeing to, but of course, none of them would be receiving treatment of any kind, any time soon. So it was simply up to them to survive.
“Beauty pageant? I wasn’t even aware there were people who could compete with my natural grace – I am shocked. Though, I must admit, those bracelets look absolutely fabulous on you, Jocelyn. However, I have to put my eye liner to contest with them.” Jonathan gestured to the dark rings around his eyes, created by a combination of sleep deprivation and hits to the face by various things.

“And I can also win the ‘having the most object thrown at you besides fists’ competition I believe. Things have been getting worse I’d say, as an amazing an imagination, as I'm sure you possess, Cerys. Yesterday and all this morning I’ve had boxes thrown at me. Not just boxes, though, they’ve pretty much tossed anything and everything they can. And it isn’t particularly nice when something’s come at me too fast or has been too heavy for me to lift.” Frowning and rubbing his arms, unconsciously, John surveyed the field again, seeing mostly everyone outside by now and no-one, at all, unscathed in any way. Then he noticed Octavia approaching and forced a smile.

“Hullo Octavia!” He waved, motioning her to sit with them. If Jonathan’s memory served correct, Octavia was the telepath of the group and the only one with powers at the same level as him.

[feather_light_flight]

xix

//x●x── ─xCerys Quin-Lee
● Super Strength● Weapons Combat● Pretty Voice
● field ● chipper ● joce, gil, jon
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Cerys laughed lightly at Jocelyn's antics, though her bright eyes flashed with concern as she eyed the dark rings that lined everyone's skin. She wasn't much better, and her hands had bled an unruly amount from the horrible weights the scientists had been forcing her to lift. As Jonathon described the various items that had been thrown at him, Cerys flinched slightly, wincing sympathetically. These experiments were getting way too out of hand.

With a soft sigh, she reached back, gathering her long blonde hair over her shoulder and fiddling it into a braid. Her hands worked at the weaving motion, undoing it and then starting over as she spoke. "I think we should talk to the others...these experiments are getting out of hand and...well something needs to be done." She shrugged as her voice trailed off into a breath. Cerys was never one for rebellious thoughts, she accepted her lot in life and tried to be happy. To even suggest that something was bad enough for action to be taken was far outside her character.

To distract herself, Cerys turned her attention skyward, letting the others debate and discussed as they wished. Her stomach twisted and her chest seemed like it had been stuffed with lead. Trying to calm her anxious thoughts, she started humming. Not loud enough to annoy or disturb anyone, she just wanted a melody to occupy her mind with. She was so focused on her humming, Cerys hadn't even noticed the new member to their group.

[200765]

J O C E L Y N

Age » Twenty-one Role » Light Crush » tbd Location » Field Mentioned » xXx Tagged » Cerys, Gill, Jon, Octavia

Groaning, Jocelyn looked at Gillian as he talked about a height contest. "We all know you're the tallest here, Gill. No need to make us short ones feel bad about it." She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Then Jonathan mentioned the beauty pageant and she faced him to reply. Gently slapping one hand on her forehead, she gasped dramatically. "How could I have forgotten your eyeliner?" Jonathan started to talk about the scientists pushing him even harder. It sounded painful, to be forced to lift heavy boxes and objects to avoid getting hit by said boxes. No wonder he looked so tired and had more bruises on his face than the rest of them.

As Gillian rolled up his pants leg, drawing her attention back to him, her eyes widened and mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Green eyes darkened in anger as she eyed the scars on his legs. As a runner, he basically relied on his legs, and the scientists chose to injure them?! "Oh, Gillian," she said, wincing. She didn't believe his casual attitude. Her anger didn't subside even after his wounds were covered again by fabric. And when he talked about him being shot at, she just about lost it. "They almost WHAT?!" She leaned over Cerys to look at Gillian, not caring about personal space at the moment. She pulled up his shirt to show his stomach. Once she saw that it wasn't bloody or bandaged, she relaxed just a little. Letting the cloth fall back over his stomach, she moved so she was sitting across from Gillian. "Which scientist did this to you?" As soon as she got the name of the scientist, she'd make sure to find a way to make their life miserable. Normally, she wasn’t a very angry person. But when her friends nearly got seriously injured, she didn’t care if she would get in trouble to make sure her friends were safe.

Everyone seemed to be getting more injuries, ones that were worse and worse. Jocelyn drew her lower lip between her teeth and her eyebrows furrowed as she started thinking. We have to get out of here. Before someone gets an injury they can't recover from. Before someone ends up like the thirteenth. She hadn't thought of escape in a while, but with things getting worse... they had to get out of here.

A feminine voice startled Jocelyn. Her neck cracked as she turned around quickly, ends of her ponytail hitting her face. She breathed out, relieved as it was one of them, the telepath if she remembered correctly. "Hello... Octavia, right?" She was pretty sure that was the girl's name but wanted to verify.