Swanhill Manor (Gifted Teens/Horror RP- 1 male spot)

[smileyranger]

((Oddly enough, I was craving french Fries before that post 0.o))

"It's okay... Just.. focus on something else. Maybe start a conversation or something. That usually works for me, although, that's a rare relief because I'm horrid at starting conversations..." Juli looked down at her plate, noticing that the black olives seemed to have formed a frowning, almost scowling face amongst the lettuce and such. "Although, I don't know what to do or think when your salad turns on you" She said, holding the cold, glass bowl up to show Dakar.

((Sorry...WB....))

[Theodore Adams]

((I've got some Shine to me;) ))

Dakar, not realizing what she meant, wrinkled his brow in confusion. "It...looks fine to me," he murmured, his eyes drifting to his hands in his lap. "A conversation..." he repeated quietly. "How about...um...food. What...kinds of food do you like?"
Dakar didn't really start conversations often. He was always the one who avoided verbal contact in any way, shape, or form. He awkwardly scripted the back of his head, thinking hard.
"I like plums," he told her. "And macaroni."

[smileyranger]

Juli paused for a brief moment before going on. "I like salsa...and seafood... A lot. Which is, closely related somehow to my food at this table" Juli scooted the salad away for a minute so she could talk better. "How long do you think we had been watched?...you know, prior to this?" She asked Dakar, feeling a chill slither down her spine, causing her to re-ajust herself in the chair, so as not to seem as if she had some neurological twitching issue.

((I'm so glad that I've actually stuck with an RP for once xD))

[Theodore Adams]

((I'm normally the more active of the remaining two who keep the thread alive XD))

Dakar opened his mouth to answer, then pressed his lips together again. He just wasn't thinking right today. "What do you mean...prior to this?"
Did she mean back at home? Could people have been watching him while he was at his foster parents' home? Did the people who kidnapped him know where they lived? Where their daughter lived? Dakar found himself praying silently that she would not be the next one to wake up in another one of those unattractive rooms, to read that letter... She could barely read at this point. She was just so small.
"You don't mean...like they watched us before they kidnapped us?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

[smileyranger]

Juli paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words to continue this risky topic with. "Well, It's not like we're going to be considered 'normal' by any means. It's like they knew us so well, they were able to get us here without causing any injury, or pain. Everything in my memory seemed normal up until the moment I awoke on that bed with a hellish headache" She grabbed another biscuit and put it on her plate. "I've seen at least three others our age here... and from what I overheard, one of them is mute..."

((Okay, What do we do if others on here go for more than a month without posting? What if it ends up like the middle ages RP?))

[Theodore Adams]

"So...you think they were watching us...before this?" Dakar asked with wide eyes.
It certainly made sense. They seemed to know exactly what Dakar and Juli wanted to eat. But they could be watching them with cameras now. Of course, it would be hard to make the food so fast...
"That's almost scarier than the Illusions," he murmured.

((writer's block:P))

[smileyranger]

"Although it doesn't sound too pleasing to hear, yes. I'm almost sure of it." Juli paused for a moment before going on. "It's like there's another level...story to this building that contains the staff and working facilities, and the rest of this is like a showroom... a glorified dollhouse. Why else would the appliances be so dusty and old, the 'lab' abandoned, with teletype feeds running the paper into a pile on the ground with no-one to read the sheets and gather information. It's like they left us in 1975, and then instead of updating the facility that we use, they just moved downstairs...." Juli stopped, her eyes open wide, slammed down her glass and went completely stiff. "Dakar... you don't think that this part of the 'academy' is all just for show, and everything technical is operating underground...literally"

[Theodore Adams]

Dakar listened carefully to Juli, then played what she had said over again in his head. His brow furrowed again. This whole discussion was just confusing.
"I...suppose so," he said softly. He would have never come up with that thought on his own. His mind just didn't work that way. "Why would they leave it in 1975, but kidnap us decades later?"
Maybe Juli could figure this whole thing out. He was having enough trouble with Viper and the thought of his foster family being watching. Surely little Joan would be safe. The letter said they had chosen just a few people from a long list, right? They wouldn't bring her here.


((See, this is funny, because that's exactly how my mind works. XD))

[smileyranger]

"Well, you see, they haven't upgraded the technology here, all they've done here is clean it, and preserve it like a museum. They've moved kitchen, lab, and laundry facilities...downstairs? While they bring oh, say old laundry from here, down there, clean it, and bring it back. But they want us to somehow think that they can magically and mysteriously wash 19 down comforters in one washer? Nuh-uh. Not buying that. So this part is like an oversized retro dollhouse, while they run the underground...uh...underground" Juli explained to Dakar, hoping that he was listening.

[Theodore Adams]

Dakar nodded slowly, though he still didn't quite understand. "So...we're all little dolls...and we're here for someone just to play with..." he murmured. Then he sighed quietly. "It...seems about right, doesn't it? All they've done is told us where we were, and...that someone's going to kill us if we're 'unworthy.' It's like a little soap opera...with their little dolls."